Victoria Grace Blackburn

(17 April 1865 - 4 March 1928 / Quebec)

Sing Ho For The Herring - Poem by Victoria Grace Blackburn

Along the sea shore, surf-beaten and brown,
The Fisher-Lass hastes to the Fishing-Town,
In kirtle of blue and bodice of red,
The sun at its nooning over her head,
And braw is the salt wind blowing–
Then sing, sing ho for the Herring,
The shimmering, sliddery Herring!

Along the sea shore the Fisher-Lads sigh
For the daffing mouth and the daunting eye,
And they sue and they woo, Rubin, Lubin and Bill,
But she taunts and she flaunts as a Fisher-Lass will;
And sleek is the water flowing–
Then sing, sing ho for the Herring,
The gleeking, glamourish Herring!

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Along the sea shore she shadeth her eyes
To where on the wave his white sails rise,
For it seems there's a wraith in the midst of the glare,
And a voice that she loves calls shrilly and rare,
Ah, sly is the under-towing–
Then sing, sing ho for the Herring,
The spectral, the silver-hued Herring.

Along the sea shore in the teeth of the gale,
In its rage and its roar, its swash and its swale,
With faltering steps and staggering tread
They bear him up softly the stark, stark, Dead;
Oh, lang and dour is the knowing–
Then sing, sing ho for the Herring,
The life-giving, death-dealing Herring!


Comments about Sing Ho For The Herring by Victoria Grace Blackburn

  • (11/20/2012 2:27:00 AM)


    If anyone can write a good (not decent, good) poem about a fish, It's Victoria Grace Blackburn. I have to say I noticed it was a real poet by the first few lines. (Report) Reply

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