LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGrimsby
As I lay dreaming in my bedAcross the great divideI thought I heard the trawler boatsReturning on the tideAnd in this vision of my homeThe shingle beach did ringI saw the lights along the pierThat made my senses singOh oh Grimsby, a thousand delightsCouldn't match the sweet sightsOf my GrimsbyOh England you're fairBut there's none to compare with my GrimsbyThrough nights of mad youthI have loved every sluice in your harbourAnd in your wild sands from boyhood to manStrangers have found themselves fathersTake me back you rustic townI miss your magic charmJust to smell your candy flossOr drink in the Skinners ArmsNo Cordon Bleu can match the beautyOf your pies and peasI want to ride your fairgroundTake air along the quay
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