And it's
Three score and ten boys and men
Were lost from Grimsby town
From Yarmouth down to Scarbourough
Many hundreds more were drowned
Their herring craft their trawlers
Their fishing smacks as well
They went to fight the bitter night
And battle with the swell
Me thinks I sees a host of craft
Spreading their sails a-lea
As down the Humber they did lye
Bound for the cold North Sea
Me thinks I see's a wee small craft
And crew with hearts so brave
They want to earn their daily bread
Upon the restless waves
And it's
Me thinks I see them yet again
As they leave this land behind
Casting the nets into the waves
The herring schools to find
Me thinks I see them yet again
And they're on board all right
With the decks cleaned up
And the nets closed reefed
And the sidelights burning bright
And it's
October night brought such a sight
't Was never seen before
There were yards of masts and broken spars
Washed- up on 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
And it's