Time to Ring Some Changes
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
Hora de Mudar as Coisas
Acho que vejo um monte de barcos
Abrindo suas velas ao vento
Descendo o Humber eles deslizam
Todos rumo ao Mar do Norte
Acho que vejo em cada pequeno barco
Uma tripulação com corações valentes
Saindo pra ganhar o pão de cada dia
Sobre a onda inquieta
E são setenta e três
Meninos e homens se perderam da cidade de Grimsby
De Yarmouth até Scarboro
Centenas mais se afogaram
Nossos barcos de arenque, nossos arrastões
Nossos barcos de pesca também
Eles lutaram aquela noite amarga
A batalha contra a ressaca
Acho que os vejo de novo
Enquanto deixam esta terra pra trás
Lançando suas redes no mar
Pra encontrar os cardumes de arenque
Acho que os vejo de novo
Estão todos a bordo, tudo certo
Com suas redes enroladas e os convés limpos
E as luzes laterais brilhando forte
Acho que ouvi o capitão dizer