Intro: 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 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