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
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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
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