text: 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 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