Three Score And Ten
by Lovett, Lyle
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 boats, their trawlers, their fishing smacks as well;
They went to fight the bitter night and battle with the swell.
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough many hundreds more were drowned.
Their herring boats, their trawlers, their fishing smacks as well;
They went to fight the bitter night and battle with the swell.
Me thinks I see a host of craft spreading their sails a-lea,
As down the Humber they did lie, bound for the cold North Sea.
Me thinks I see a wee small craft and crew with hearts so brave,
They went to earn their daily bread upon the restless waves.
As down the Humber they did lie, bound for the cold North Sea.
Me thinks I see a wee small craft and crew with hearts so brave,
They went to earn their daily bread upon the restless waves.
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October night brought such a sight, 'twas never seen before,
There were masts and yards of broken spars washed-up on 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.
There were masts and yards of broken spars washed-up on 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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