grimsby

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