At last the summer’s come

I’ll catch a train from smoky Brum,

Tenby bound, that’s where I’m going,

I’m nearly there, the train is slowing.

Station smart, all nice and neat,

Hanging baskets, what a treat,

I’m very tired after the long trip,

Can’t wait to eat and have a kip.

I’ll find some digs and rest my feet,

As I struggle with my case up Warren Street,

It’s vacancies I’m look for

As I see a landlady standing by her door.

“Can you fix me up?” “Of course, love,” she said,

“Is it breakfast you want, and a bed?”

I’ve loved Tenby from the start

Every time I left it broke my heart.

Now I’ve lived here for many a year,

But I will always remember, as an old Brummy fella,

Those lovely welcome stays at ‘Llangdon Villa’.

Bob Lowe,

Tenby.