Six hundred years of history
Wiped out at last.
What connection now has our city
With its long fishing past?
Wrecked trawler company offices
Lined around silted docks
With a footpath running across
Dilapidated St Andrew's locks.
An old trawler moored on the Hull
Part of the new museum scene
One of the few reminders that
The industry has ever been.
A monument to the dead
Still stands on the Bullnose
Fishgate stands across the dock
But yesterday it was closed.
It's been moved to Grimsby
To the river's other shore
And Hull as a fishing city
Is finally no more.
In the city centre universal shops
Have been thrown up there;
We have become a cardboard city
That could be any town anywhere.
