"Who'll have a fishy On a little dishy? Who will have a fishy When the boat comes..."
And then he says "With our glasses both raised in a toast Let's sing for those in peril on the sea Who cater ceaselessly To thy every wish With every fish As fresh as fish can be You see, I'm into my oysters My king prawns and caviar No matter how far away they are I'll be there!"
And then she says, "Now with our glasses both raised in this toast Let's sing for those in peril on the sea Who labour tirelessly In their tiny boats Off John O' Groats Their socks soaked for me You see, I do like my lobster My hake, skate and rainbow trout And if there's a fishy smell about I'll be there! And then And then we'll sing for those in peril on the sea
Don't be frightened Don't be scared Chop off their heads And little legs Then peel away the shell And open up your senses to the smell The sound and colour Touch and taste
Of crab, cod, clams and kippers Scampi, squid, sole, shark and scallop Winkles, whelks, whale and whiting Seaweed, swordfish, sardines and sea urchin
Haddock, halibut, herrings and eel Cockles, mussels, mackerel and veal Pilchard, plankton, St Peter's fish and plaice Octopussy jellyfishy And dolphin's an acquired taste
"Who will have a fishy On a little dishy? I will have a fishy When the boat comes in."