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 harbour
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.
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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 harbour
And in your wild sands
From boyhood to man
Strangers have found themselves fathers.
