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
