| 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 |