A gude frash harring is a varry gude thing, espashally whan she's frash.
West Scotland saying.
"Herrings alive! Herrings alive! Fine Yarmouth bloaters!" cried lusty Yarmouth fisherfolk one morning last week as usual, then changed their tune to "Hurrah for th' Prince o' Wales!"
A fishmonger's band blared "God Bless The Prince of Wales." Out of twinkling limousines stepped the Heir of Britain and his top-hatted retinue. Fastidiously they inspected the oozy, odorous docks, mounted a pot-bellied Yarmouth drifter, stood for a moment on the brink of a hold in which squirmed some 50,000 herrings alive.
"Gee, what a catch!" grinned impeccably clad...