Johnny McEvoy - Three Score and Ten
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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 their trawlers
Their fishing smacks as well
They long to fight that bitter night
And battle with the swell

Methinks I see a host of craft
Spreading their sails alee
As down the Humber they do glide
Bound for the cold North Sea
Methinks I see on each small craft
A crew with hearts so brave
Going out to earn their daily bread
Upon the restless weave

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 their trawlers
Their fishing smacks as well
They long to fight that bitter night
And battle with the swell

October’s night brought such a sight
T’was never seen before
There were masts and yards 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 their trawlers
Their fishing smacks as well
They long to fight that bitter night
And battle with the swell