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