Chorus:
And it's three score and ten boys and men, we're 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
Me thinks I see a host of craft and they spreading 
their sails alee
As down the harbor they do glide all bound for the 
northern sea
Me thinks I see on each small craft a crew with hearts 
so brave
Going out to earn their daily bread upon the restless 
waves
Me thinks I see them yet again as the leave this land 
behind
Casting their nets into the sea, the herring shoals to 
find
Me thinks I see them yet again and they all on board 
alright
With their nets close reefed and their decks cleaned up 
and their side lights burning bright
October's night brought such a sight, 'twas never seen 
before
There was masts and yards and broken spars come washed 
up on the shore
There was many a heart of sorrow, there was many a 
heart so brave
There was many a fine and hearty lad to find the watery 
grave