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[Unison]And it’s three score and ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby Town
From Yarmouth down to Brightlingsea, 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
Me thinks I see a host of craft spreading their sails a-lee
As down the Humber and the Colne 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 upon the restless wave
Me thinks I hear the captain say,
Me lads we’ll shorten sail,
The sky to all appearances looks like an approaching gale,
Me thinks I see them yet again, the midnight hour is past,
The little craft a battling there against the icy blast
Well October’s night ’twas such a sight,
’twas never seen before
As masts and yards and broken spars all washed up on the shore
There was many a heart of sorrow, there was many a heart so brave
There was many a hearty fisher lad who found their watery grave
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