Three Score And Ten
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
Trinta e Dez
E são trinta e dez rapazes e homens
Que se perderam de Grimsby Town
De Yarmouth até Scarborough
Centenas mais se afogaram
Seus barcos de arenque e seus arrastões
Suas embarcações de pesca também
Sozinhos enfrentam a noite amarga
E lutam contra as ondas
Acho que vejo uma frota de barcos
Abrindo suas velas ao vento
Enquanto descem o Humber
Rumo ao grande Mar do Norte
Acho que vejo uma pequena embarcação
E uma tripulação com corações valentes
Eles vão ganhar o pão de cada dia
Sobre as ondas inquietas
E são trinta e dez rapazes e homens
Que se perderam de Grimsby Town
De Yarmouth até Scarborough
Centenas mais se afogaram
Seus barcos de arenque e seus arrastões
Suas embarcações de pesca também
Sozinhos enfrentam a noite amarga
E lutam contra as ondas
Acho que os vejo novamente
Enquanto deixam esta terra para trás
Lançando suas redes ao mar
Para encontrar os cardumes de arenque
Acho que os vejo novamente
E estão seguros a bordo, tudo certo
Com suas velas bem ajustadas
Seus convés limpos
E suas luzes laterais brilhando
E são trinta e dez rapazes e homens
Que se perderam de Grimsby Town
De Yarmouth até Scarborough
Centenas mais se afogaram
Seus barcos de arenque e seus arrastões
Suas embarcações de pesca também
Sozinhos enfrentam a noite amarga
E lutam contra as ondas
A noite de outubro trouxe tal visão
Nunca vista antes
Havia mastros e estais quebrados
Arrastados para a costa
Havia muitos corações de tristeza
Havia muitos corações tão valentes
Havia muitos rapazes verdadeiros e nobres
Para encontrar um túmulo aquático
E são trinta e dez rapazes e homens
Que se perderam de Grimsby Town
De Yarmouth até Scarborough
Centenas mais se afogaram
Seus barcos de arenque e seus arrastões
Suas embarcações de pesca também
Sozinhos enfrentam a noite amarga
E lutam contra as ondas