paroles de chanson Three Score & Ten - The Longest Johns
Methinks
I
see
a
host
of
craft
spreading
their
sails
a-lee
As
down
the
Humber
they
do
glide
all
bound
for
the
Northern
Sea.
Methinks
I
see
on
each
small
craft
a
crew
with
hearts
so
brave
Going
out
to
earn
their
daily
bread
upon
the
restless
wave.
And
it's
three
score
and
ten
boys
and
men
were
lost
from
Grimsby
town.
From
Yarmouth
down
to
Scarborough
many
hundreds
more
were
drowned.
Our
herring
craft,
our
trawlers,
our
fishing
smacks
as
well,
They
long
to
fight
the
bitter
night
and
battle
with
the
swell.
Methinks
I
see
them
yet
again
as
they
leave
the
shores
behind
And
cast
their
nets
into
the
waves,
those
herring
shoals
to
find.
Methinks
I
see
them
yet
again
and
all
on
board's
all
right,
With
their
sails
close
reefed
and
the
decks
Cleared
up
and
the
sidelights
burning
bright.
And
it's
three
score
and
ten
boys
and
men
were
lost
from
Grimsby
town.
From
Yarmouth
down
to
Scarborough
many
hundreds
more
were
drowned.
Our
herring
craft,
our
trawlers,
our
fishing
smacks
as
well,
They
long
to
fight
the
bitter
night
and
battle
with
the
swell.
Well
October's
night
t'was
such
a
sight,
t'was
never
seen
before:
As
masts
and
yards
and
broken
spars
came
floating
to
the
shore.
There
was
many
a
heart
of
sorrow,
there
was
many
a
heart
so
brave.
There
was
many
a
hearty
fisher
lad
who
found
their
watery
grave.
And
it's
three
score
and
ten
boys
and
men
were
lost
from
Grimsby
town.
From
Yarmouth
down
to
Scarborough
many
hundreds
more
were
drowned.
Our
herring
craft,
our
trawlers,
our
fishing
smacks
as
well,
They
long
to
fight
the
bitter
night
and
battle
with
the
swell.
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