4 May 2010 0 Comments

Grimsby Town

Methinks I see a host of craft spreading their sails o’lee

As down the Humber they do glide all bound for the northern sea

Methinks I see on each small craft a gallant crew so brave

Going out to earn their daily bread upon the restless wave

And it’s three score and ten, boys and men were lost from Grimsby town

From Yarmouth down to Scarborough many hundreds more were drowned

Our herring craft our trawlers our fishing smacks as well

They long did fight that bitter night and battle with the swell

Methinks I see them yet again as they leave the land behind

Casting their nets into the sea the fish in shoals to find

Methinks I see them yet again and all onboard’s alright

With the sails close reefed and the decks cleared up and the side lights burning bright

Methinks I’ve heard the Captain say me lads we’ll shorten sail

With the sky to all appearances looks like an approaching gale

Methinks I see them yet again midnight hour is past

The little craft abattling there against the icy blast

That October’s night brought such a sight was never seen before

There was masts and spars and broken yards

come floating to the shore

There was many a heart of sorrow there was many a heart so brave

There was many a hearty fisher lad did meet a watery grave

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