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