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 Couldnt match the sweet sights Of my Grimsby Oh England youre fair But theres none to compare with my Grimsby Through nights of mad youth I have loved every sluice in your harbour 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 https://youtube/watch?v=4cWtA1LNvIg
Posted on: Tue, 27 May 2014 18:34:13 +0000
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