Coach parking abuse must stop
ANOTHER year is over,
How quickly time does flow,
Last year was a big one,
I reached the big Eight O.
Folk ask me how much longer,
I will ring my bell,
Well whilst it gives me pleasure,
I will shout and yell.
Each morning when I waken,
I give a quiet hooray,
Come on now old codger,
You’ve got another day.
I’ve never been a rich man,
But listen yee to me,
There’s no one I have ever met,
Whom I would rather be.
With Rita here beside me,
I bid you hear my cry,
There’s nowhere else quite like it,
God save the town of Rye.
R Swain
Cooper Road, Rye