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