| Methinks I see a host of craft spreading their sails a-lee
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| As down the Humber they do glide all bound for the Northern Sea
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| Methinks I see on each small craft a crew with hearts so brave
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| Going out to earn their daily bread upon the restless wave
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| And it’s three score and ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby Town
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| From Yarmouth down to Scarborough, many hundreds more were drowned
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| Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well
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| They long to fight the bitter night and battle with the swell
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| Methinks I see them yet again as they leave the shores behind
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| And cast their nets into the waves, those herring shoals to find
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| Methinks I see them yet again and all on board’s all right
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| With their sails close-reefed and the decks cleared up and the sidelights
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| burning bright
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| And it’s three score and ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby Town
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| From Yarmouth down to Scarborough, many hundreds more were drowned
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| Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well
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| They long to fight the bitter night and battle with the swell
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| Well October’s night t’was such a sight, t’was never seen before
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| As masts and yards and broken spars came floating to the shore
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| There was many a heart of sorrow, there was many a heart so brave
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| There was many a hearty fisher lad who found their watery grave
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| And it’s three score and ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby Town
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| From Yarmouth down to Scarborough, many hundreds more were drowned
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| Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well
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| They long to fight the bitter night and battle with the swell
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| And it’s three score and ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby Town
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| From Yarmouth down to Scarborough, many hundreds more were drowned
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| Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well
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| They long to fight the bitter night and battle with the swell |