As I lay dreaming in my bed   Across the great divide   I thought I heard the trawler boats   Returning on the tide   And in this vision of my home   The shingle beach did ring   I saw the lights along the pier   That made my senses sing      Oh oh Grimsby, a thousand delights   Couldn't match the sweet sights   Of my Grimsby   Oh England you're fair   But there's none to compare with my Grimsby   Through nights of mad youth   I have loved every sluice in your harbor   And in your wild sands from boyhood to man   Strangers have found themselves fathers      Take me back you rustic town   I miss your magic charm   Just to smell your candy floss   Or drink in the Skinners Arms   No Cordon Bleu can match the beauty   Of your pies and peas   I want to ride your fairground   Take air along the quay