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 
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