The Dubliners - The Herring lyrics

There was a poor thing that flowed in with the tide It was forty feet long, boys, and forty feet wide And we called it the herring that came it with the tide Take him away and don't delay One your leg, two your leg, three your leg, Throw your leg, over me Johnny sez she Well what do you think we made out of his head, but the grandest oul oven that ever baked bread With me herrings and heads and oven baked breads Take him away and don't delay One your leg, two your leg, three your leg, Throw your leg, over me Johnny sez she Well what do you think we made out of his eyes, but lovely big pair of blue bu*terflies With me herrings and heads and oven baked breads, herrings and eyes and blue bu*terflies Take him away and don't delay One your leg, two your leg, three your leg, Throw your leg, over me Johnny sez she Well what do you think we made out of his back, but lovely big sailor and we called him Jack With me herrings and heads and oven baked breads, herrings and eyes and blue bu*terflies Herrings and backs and sailors called Jack Take him away and don't delay One your leg, two your leg, three your leg, Throw your leg, over me Johnny sez she Well what do you think we made out of his belly, but lovely looking girl and we christened her Nellie With me herrings and heads and oven baked breads, herrings and eyes and blue bu*terflies Herrings and backs and sailors called Jack, herrings and bellies and girls called Nellies Take him away and don't delay One your leg, two your leg, three your leg, Throw your leg, over me Johnny sez she Well what do you think we made out of his fins, but a grand big box of needles and pins With me herrings and heads and oven baked breads, herrings and eyes and blue bu*terflies Herrings and backs and sailors called Jack, herrings and bellies and girls called Nellie Herrings and fins and needles and pins Take him away and don't delay One your leg, two your leg, three your leg, Throw your leg, over me Johnny sez she Well what do you think we made out of his tails, but the grandest oul ship boys that ever set sail With me herrings and heads and oven baked breads, herrings and eyes and blue bu*terflies Herrings and backs and sailors called Jack, herrings and bellies and girls called Nellie Herrings and fins and needles and pins, herrings and tails and ships setting sail Take him away and don't delay One your leg, two your leg, three your leg, Throw your leg, over me Johnny sez she Well, come all you young girls that are tryin' to prude The next two verses are awfully rude So, if you don't like them you can be on your way Take him away and don't delay One your leg, two your leg, three your leg, Throw your leg, over me Johnny sez she