THREE SCORE AND TEN Me thinks I see a host of craft Spreading their sails a lee Down the Humber they do glide All bound for the Northern Sea Me thinks 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 Scarboro Many hundreds more were drowned Our herring craft, our trawlers Our fishing smacks, as well They long did fight that bitter night The battle with the swell Me thinks I see them yet again As they leave this land behind Casting their nets into the sea The herring shoals to find Me thinks I see them yet again They're all on board all right With their nets rolled up and their decks cleaned off And the side lights burning bright Me thinks I've heard the captain say "Me lads we'll shorten sail" With the sky to all appearances Looks like an approaching gale Me thinks I see them yet again Midnight hour is past The little craft abattling there Against the icy blast October's night brought such a sight Twas never seen before There were mast and yards and broken spars A washing on the shore There were many a heart in sorrow Many a heart so brave There were many a fine and hearty lad That met a watery grave recorded on Clancy Bros Songs of the Sea and Bok et al on Turning toward the Morning @water @sailor @death filename[ THRSCORE play.exe THRSCORE SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===