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nice song makes me think of my family who were Grimsby skippers thank you!
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Yeah, very sad, no fishing industry here any more. Not much of any industry as a matter of fact...
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I think you should have left it original.
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great to see and hear this and thanks for posting. I am looking for a posting of another Connolly Meek Song - Men of The Sea - At he age of 15 I set out from the Humber etc Any help much appreciated - Aindre
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A beautiful arrangement of a classic Grimsby Song. It reminds me of my childhood days in the 1960`s in my home Town of Grimsby, sadly it`s not like that anymore. I remember John and Bill playing this song with their band The Broadside at Grimsby Folk club in the 1970`s
This song is written by John Connoly and Bill Meek. It is a shanty song that tells about the live of the fishermen. The original melody was in 3/4, but in our arrangement we changed this to 4/4, also we added a little classical flafour to it. chorus: Here's to the Grimsby lads out at the trawling. Here's to the lads on the billowing deep. Shooting their nets and a heaving and hauling All the night long and the landsmen asleep. They sail in the cold and the grey of the morning, Leaving their wives and their families behind; Following the fishing, fulfilling their calling, Their charts are all ready the shoals for to find. Chorus: Here's to the Grimsby lads Away to the north where they know will be waiting. Frost and black ice and the lash of the gale. Trawling and hoping and anticipating. A ship bumper-full and safe homeward to sail. Chorus: Here's to the Grimsby lads ........ From Scotland's grey shore to the cold coast of Iceland Through White Sea and Faeroe they're working their way. Through Dogger and Forties to stormy Bear Island. Eighteen long hours is the fisherman's day. Chorus: Here's to the Grimsby lads ........ The nets are inboard and the catch lies a-gleaming. There's gutting and washing and packing below. Ten days of fishing and home they'll be steaming: A thousand miles gone and a thousand to go. Chorus: Here's to the Grimsby lads ........ On Humber's brown water the new sun is gleaming. To the fisherman's prayer the breeze sings "Amen". The smoky grey town in the stillness is dreaming: Her sons from the waters return once again. Chorus: Here's to the Grimsby lads .......