Come all ye bold fishermen, listen to me,
I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea.
So blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow,

We're bound to the southward, so steady we go.
First comes the blue fish a-wagging his tail,
He comes up on deck and yells, "All hands make sail!"

So blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow,
We're bound to the southward, so steady we go.
Next come the eels with their nimble tails,

They jump aloft and loose all the sails.
So blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow,
We're bound to the southward, so steady we go.

Then come the mackerel with his striped back,
He flops on the bridge and yells, "Board the main tack!"
So blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow,

We're bound to the southward, so steady we go.
Up jumps the fisherman, stalwart and grim,
And with his big net he scoops them all in.

So blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow,
We're bound to the southward, so steady we go.