Still know update re the road accident near the Willow Tree at Newsham ?? Someone must recall it.
On a slightly off-tangent I composed the following for some friends in Yorkshire, where I live, it is to the tune of Galway Bay as sung by Bing Crosby.
If you ever go across the sea to Geordieland,
Then maybe at the closing of your day,
You can sit and watch the moon rise over Cambois,
And see the sun go down on Whitley Bay.
To hear again the rattle of the coal trains,
The colliers in the harbour loading coal.
The music of the shipyard's evening siren,
And the roar at Croft Park when there's a goal
The wind that blows over the sea from Geordieland
Is perfumed by Broon Ale as it blows.
The women in the backyards at their poss tubs,
Speak a language that the strangers do not know.
The Tykes they came and tried to teach us their way,
They scorned us for being what we are.
But who wants to " eat all, sup all, pay nowt,"
And be known as the tightest in the bar.
