and it s 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 their trawlers their fishing smacks as well alone they fight the bitter night and battle with the swell me thinks i see a host of craft spreading their sails alee as down the humber they do steer bound for the great north sea me thinks i see a wee small craft and crew with hearts so brave they go to earn their daily bread upon the restless waves and it s 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 their trawlers their fishing smacks as well alone they fight the bitter night and battle with the swell 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 re safe on board alright with their sails close reefed their decks washed clean and their sidelights burning bright and it s 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 their trawlers their fishing smacks as well alone they fight the bitter night and battle with the swell october s night brought such a sight twas never seen before there were yards of masts 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 it s 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 their trawlers their fishing smacks as well alone they fight the bitter night and battle with the swell