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| 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 trawlers Their fishing smacks as well Alone they fight the bitter night And battle with the swell. |
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| Me thinks I see a host of craft, Spreading their sails at lee As down the Humber they do steer, Down 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. |
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| 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 save on board a right With their sails close-reefed, their decks moist-cleaned And their side-lights burning bright. |
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| October's night brought such a sight, 'Twas 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. |
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