Methinks I see a host of craft

Spreading their sails alee

Down the Humber 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 wave



And it's three score and ten

Boys and men were lost from Grimsby town

>From Yarmouth down to Scarboro

Many hundreds more were drowned

Our herring craft, our trawlers

Our fishing smacks, as well

They long did fight that bitter night

The 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

Me thinks I see them yet again

They're all on board all right

With their nets rolled up and their decks cleaned off

And the side lights burning bright



Me thinks I've heard the captain say

"Me lads we'll shorten sail"

With the sky to all appearances

Looks like an approaching gale

Me thinks I see them yet again

Midnight hour is past

The little craft abattling there

Against the icy blast



October's night brought such a sight

Twas never seen before

There were mast and yards and broken spars

A washing on the shore

There were many a heart in sorrow

Many a heart so brave

There were many a fine and hearty lad

That met a watery grave