O the Bonny Fisher Lad

O the bonny fisher lad,

that brings the fishes from the sea,

O the bonny fisher lad,

the fisher lad got hold of me.

On Bamborough shire's rocky shore.

Just as you enter Boumer Row,

There lives the bonny fisher lad,

the fisher lad that beats them all.

My mother sent me out one day

to gather cockles from the sea,

But I had not been long away

when the fisher lad got hold of me

A sailor I will never marry,

nor soldier for he's got no brass,

But I will have a fisher lad,

because I am a fisher lass.