John "Jack" Nolan (1908 - 1982)
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Santa Bega

Maybe it's nowt much of a spot
Nowt much ivver happens theer
But aa'l tell the what it is he's got
As good a shore as thool find anyweer

Ought shilleis er roond an flat to walk on
Wid bare feet
An warm as toast to sit on
In't summer when t-weathers reet

Thoo can ga doon theer in t-afternoon
When t-weather's warm
An t-tides gaan oot an a bit of a moon
An swim oughneet thood come to nea harm

T-watter alas shalla an sand on t-bottom
Ned rocks at ough like some shores hev on them
Ta hit thee foot on an maybe brek a toe
It's ough just sand an it's allas warm

There's nowt much else aboot village at awe
But there's grammar school as weel next ta t-old Priory
Where ought lads hev to ware Eton jackets
An they say it's yan a t-best in ough t-country

But a hear they've got lassies theer noo
Among ough them lads, if ya please
A can't say what t-village thinks aboot it ough
But da think it'll nivver be t-same in Sent Bees