| 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 94, or was it 93? 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 Talley's fine fish fin-gi-ers, a-floating with the tide We set off in our Zo-di-acs, but then our luck we cursed Alas the Chinese takeaways had got their junk there first. Them Ori-ent-als came at we, they was a terrible crew; A-brandishing their mobile phones 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 at our GPS, 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, and Japanese with trans-ist-i-ers.