| Come all
you gallant sail-i-ers, who sail across the sea And listen to this story, I'm about to tell to thee Concerning them bold fishing lads, who sail the seas so wet A-hunting for fish fin-gi-ers, with a harpoon and a net. 'Twas in the year of 64, or was it 63? That we set sail from Nelson, bound for the Southern Sea The storms they was a-ra-ji-ing, the waves came crashing down It took us forty days, me boys, to reach Dunedin town. On the southern Campbell Plateau, a mighty shoal we spied Of Wattie's fine fish fin-gi-ers, a-floating with the tide We set off in our longboats, but then our luck we cursed Alas we were too late, me boys, the Japanese had got there first. Them Nippon lads they came at we, they was a terrible crew; A-brandishing tran-sis-ti-ers, and a-giving us the old Kung-Fu. We sang them a sea shan-ti-ee, but they did not want to know; And they slashed away our mizzen mast, with one karate blow. We came back to old Nelson town, in a twelve months and a day It would have been much quicker, but we took the pretty way. No more I'll go fish-fingering, in the cold Antarctic Sea Next year I'll hunt lamb-burgers on - - the plains of Canterbree. |
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Linc Mail initiated this New Zealand parody of Miles Whooton's Fishfinger song in in the 1980s, though I think he sang of Wattie's Fish Fingers