Текст песни
In olden times a battle fierce
Of herrings we now tell
A tale of jest and daring deeds
In halls of history dwell
The French did march with swords in hand
To seize the fish so fair
But English knights with laughter bright
Defended without a care
With shields held high and laughter loud
They fought in comical whirls
Satirical jabs and witty retorts
Echoed across the rolling swirls
The Battle of the Herrings a tale of despair
A clash of folly and pride
For when they came back with nothing to show
Their stench was the only guide
So lift your glass to heroes bold
And to the champions near
With laughter loud our tales unfold
Of a clash both grand and sheer
