methinks i see a hoist of craft spreading their sails alee as down the humber they do steer bound for the great north sea methinks i see a wee small craft and crew with hearts so brave they go to earn their daily bread upon the restless waves and its 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 methinks i see them yet again as they leave this land behind casting their nets into the sea the herring shoals to find methinks i see them yet again as they save on board alright with their sails close reefed their decks moist clean and its 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 october night brought such a sight it was 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 and its 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 and its 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