Come To Grimsby

Come, oh come to Grimsby town 

A place of smiles and ne’er a frown. 

Where life is good and full of joy 

For man and woman, girl and boy. 

Take a stroll along the street 

Shake the hand of all you meet 

Take the air along the quay side 

It’s a bit like being at the seaside. 


See the girls in summer frocks, 

Guaranteed to harden cocks. 

All around is glaring beauty, 

So indulge - it is your duty. 

Even if you’re on your uppers 

You can still get your fish supper. 

Be you a saint or Jack the Ripper, 

Everybody gets a kipper. 


Come, oh come to Grimsby fair, 

I know you’ll really like it there. 

Take a taste of crab and lobster 

Fresh from market, not from mobster. 

Buy yourself a bag of winkles, 

Extra salt you’ll need not sprinkle, 

Or a walk along the dock’ll 

Find you hankering for a cockle. 


How wonderful, the Grimsby folk. 

Always there to share a joke, 

Generous and never greedy, 

Happy just to help the needy. 

What a marvellous place to be 

That glorious town just by the sea, 

So come with me my wholesome matey 

To that great place on the A180. 



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