Verse calling for new life in town

What has happened to our town

When I go there I wear a frown

Not many summer flowers to be seen

Hooks, where hanging baskets have been

Other places in Northumberland have a good show

But in Blyth it makes one feel quite low

Bus station not a pretty sight

Visitors must think, what a plight

Market place stark and bare

Not a great welcome for people there

Our park is pleasant I must agree

This is a place where it’s nice to be

It’s in the town we need new life

To help to take away our daily strife