Tynemouth Lake is in Tynemouth
By famous Newcastle city;
The river Tyne, deep and wide,
Washes its wall on the southern side;
A pleasanter spot you never spied;
But, when begins my ditty,
I feel its quite a pity
To see the townsfolk suffer so
Because navigation lights seem to be no go
lights!?" The Tynemouth Committee man
(With the Corporation as he sat,)
Looking at the Navvie lights oer yonder like that
Hey I think I see a LIGHT!
Come in Bryan the Mayor did sigh
And in he did come with the strangest sigh!
His queer long coat from heel to head
was lit up green or was it red
And he himself was tall and thin,
With a model of the Northumbria under his chin
With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,
And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin,
But lips where smiles went out and in—
Especially when he made a din
To ban navigation lights in Tynemouth would be a sin
He advanced to the council-table:
And, "Please your honours," said he, "I'm able,
By means of a secret charm, to draw
All creatures living beneath the sun,
That creep or swim or fly or run,
In the algae filled lake is no fun
And I chiefly use my charm
On creatures that do people harm,
The mole and toad and newt and viper;
And people call me the Master Mariner."
sorry couldnt resist