Arthur's corner

The Three Yarmouth Herrings

The screaming gulls flew out to meet
The first boats in the fishing fleet
Returning from the fishing grounds
How I remember those sights and sounds

These helped to feed the folks like me
Who relied on the harvest from the sea
It would be hard for you to appreciate
What they went through, to fill your plate
Even now, without much appetite
A fresh fried herring is a wonderful sight

When I eventually go away
On what I hope is a golden day
The first request I intend to state
Please place three herrings on my plate.