William Delph (pêcheur de Whitby) 1889

Methinks I see a host of craft spreading their sails o'er lea,
As down the Humber they do ride all bound for the Northern sea,
Methinks 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 Scarborough many hundreds more were found
   Our herring craft our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well,
   They long to fight that bitter night and battle with the swell.

Methinks I see them yet again as they leave the land behind,
Casting their nets into the sea the herring shoals to find,
Methinks I see them yet again and all on board's all right,
With their sails close-reefed and their decks cleared up 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 found
   Our herring craft our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well,
   They long to fight that bitter night and battle with the swell.

October night left such a sight 'twas never seen before,
There was masts and spars and broken yards come drifting to our shore,
There was many a heart of sorrow, there was many a heart so brave,
There was many a bold young fisher lad went to 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 found
   Our herring craft our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well,
   They long to fight that bitter night and battle with the swell.