|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
Their herring craft and trawlers
Their fishing smacks as well
Alone they fight the bitter night
And battle with the swell.
|Me thinks I see a host of craft,
Spreading their sails at lee
As down the Humber they do steer,
Down for the great North Sea
Me thinks I see a wee small craft
And crew with hearts so brave
They go to earn their daily bread
Upon the restless waves.
|Me thinks I see them yet again,
As they leave this land behind
Casting their nets into the sea,
The herring shoals to find
Me thinks I see them yet again,
And they save on board a right
With their sails close-reefed, their decks moist-cleaned
And their side-lights burning bright.
|October's night brought such a sight,
'Twas never seen before
There were masts and yards and broken spars,
Washed up upon the shore
There was many a heart of sorrow,
There was many a heart so brave
There was many a true and noble lad
To find a watery grave.