it's three score and ten,
were lost from Grimsby town.
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough,
many hundreds more were drowned.
All having craft, all trawlers,
all fishing smacks as well
They long to fight the bitter night
and battle with the swell
Methinks I see a host of craft
Spreading their sails alee
As down the humber they do glide
All bound for the northern sea
Methinks I see on each small craft
A crew with hearts so brave
Going out to earn their daily bread
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 to fight the bitter night
And battle with the swell
Methinks I see them yet again
As they leave this land behind
Casting their nets into the sea
The herring shores to find
Methinks I see them yet again
And they all on board all right
With their nets close reefed,
and their decks cleaned up,
and their side lights burning bright
were lost from Grimsby town
From Yarra down to Scarborough,
many hundreds more were drowned
Our herring craft, our trawlers,
our fishing smacks as well
They longed to fight that bitter night
and battle with the swell
October's night brought such a sight
which was never seen before
There was mass and yards and brook
and sparse fun watched upon the shore
There was many a heart of sorrow
There was many a heart so brave
There was many a fine and hearty luck
Were lost from Grimsby town
From Yonatown to Scarborough
Many hundreds more were drowned
Our fishing smacks as well.
They longed in fight that bitter night,
And battled with the swell.
