16 AUGUST 1879, Page 16

"HERRING IS KING."

[Founded on the two lines :

"Hugamar f6in an sowra ling :"* "'Tis wo have brought the summer in ;"

of the song, "Herring is King," in Horneastle's "Irish Entertain-

ment.")

LET all the fish that swim the sea,

Salmon and turbot, cod and ling, Bow down the head and bend the knee To Herring their King, to Herring their King.

Sing, "Hugamar Min an sowra hug :" "'Tis we have brought the summer in."

The sun sank down so round and red,

Upon the bay, upon the bay ; The sails shook idle overhead,—

Becalmed we lay, becalmed we lay. Sing, "Hugamar Min an sowra ling :"

"'Tis we have brought the summer in."

Till Shawn, the eagle, dropped on deck, The bright-eyed boy, the bright-eyed boy ; 'Tis he has spied your silver track, Herring our joy, Herring our joy ! Sing, "Hugamar Min an sowra hug " "'Tie we have brought the summer in."

'Twas in with the sails, and away to shore, With the rise and swing, the rise and swing Of two stout lads at each smoking oar, After herring our king, herring our king. Sing, "Hugamar Min an sowra ling :" "'Tis we have brought the summer in."

The Manx and the Cornish raised the shout, And joined the chase, and joined the chase ; But their fleets they fouled, as they went about, And we won the raze,' we won the race. Sing, "Hugamar Min an sowra ling :" "'Tis we have brought the summer in."

For we turned and faced you full to land, Down the geleen long, the goleen long, And after you slipped from strand to strand Oar nets so strong, our nets so strong. Sing, "Hugamar Min an sowra ling :" " 'Tis we have brought the summer in."

Then we called to our sweethearts and our wives, "Come, welcome us home, welcome us home I" Till they ran to meet us for their lives, Into the foam, into the foam!

Sing, "Hugamar Min an sowra ling :"

"'Tis we have brought the summer in."

0! the kissing of hands and waving of caps, From girl and boy, from girl and boy ; * " We have brought the summer with us." While you leapt by scores in the lasses' laps, Herring our joy, Herring our joy!

Sing, "Hugamar Min an sowra ling :"

"'Tis we have brought the summer in."

ALFRED PEREEVLL GRAVES.