Windy Old Weather [Italian translation]

As we were a-fishing off Happisburgh light

Shooting and hauling and trawling all night,

In the windy old weather, stormy old weather

When the wind blows we all pull together

When up jumped a herring, the queen(king) of the sea

Says “Now, old skipper, you cannot catch me,”

We sighted a Thresher-a-slashin’ his tail,

“Time now Old Skipper to hoist up your sail.”

And up jumps a Slipsole as strong as a horse,

Says now, “Old Skipper you’re miles off course.”

Then along comes plaice-who’s got spots on his side,

Says “Not much longer-these seas you can ride.”

Then up rears a conger-as long as a mile,

“Winds coming east’ly”-he says with a smile.

I think what these fishes are sayin’ is right,

We’ll haul up our gear now an’ steer for the light.