AND IT'S THREE SCORE AND TEN
Refrein
And it's three score and ten
Boys and men were lost from Grimsby Town
From Yarmouth town to Scarborough
Many hundreds more were drowned
Their herring craft, their trawlers
Their fishing smacks as well
They long to fight the bitter night
And battle with the swellMe thinks I see a host of craft
Spreading there sails alee
As down the Humber they do glide
Down to the Northern Sea
Me thinks I see on each small craft
A crew with heart so brave
They go to earn their daily bread
upon the restless waves,Refrein
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 stay on board all night
With the decks swept clean
The sails close reefed
And the sidelights burning bright.Refrein
Me thinks I heard the skipper cry
It's time to shorten sail
For the glass is falling rapidly
And it soon will blow full gale
Soon there was many a heart of sorrow
And many a heart of pain
And many a lusty fisher lad
Would never sail again.Refrein
October night was such a sight
As never seen belore
There were masts and yards
And broken spars
Come drilting to the shore
There was many a heart of sorrow
There was many a heart so brave
There was many a hearty fisher lad
That met a watery grave.Refrein