SANDSEND HISTORY
Mulgrave Woods
Just about three miles from Whitby
You will find these glorious woods,
Which look lovely in the Springtime
When the flowers are out in bud,
And the Snowdrops they are peeping
From their secret hiding place,
Just like white sheets in the woodland,
Full of beauty and of grace
After them come the primroses,
Which we welcome with delight,
For the place is simply carpeted
Oh what a glorious sight,
To stand in silent wonder
And gaze on this lovely spot
And neath the fragrance of violets
And the sweet for-get-me-not
The Thrush is sweetly singing
His love song to the morn,
To the tree the ivy clinging,
And the May grow on the thorn,
But give to me Old Mulgrave
In the merry month of June
When the sun is brightly shining
And the roses are in bloom
Besides the trees, the flowers and ferns
That grow in this lovely old place
The scenery, it is romantic
Such artists love to paint
There's the eagles nest for instance
You can stand and obtain a good view
Of the Castle and seat of the mulgraves
And a fine old place it is too
After you leave the eagles nest
You enter the Wizards Glen
A place that is left in its natural state
Which could not have been done by men
By walking down to the end of the Glen
The Hermitage is your next call
What grieves me most about this old place
Is the names that are wrote on the wall
Looking from the Hermitage
Across a deep ravine
The ruins of an old castle
Plainly can be seen
According to what history tells us
Of the years long long ago
It was the land of Oliver Cromwell
That laid the castle Loab
By walking further up the woods
You come to the Old Foss Mill
And enter the path that leads to the stream
The stream with its rippling rill
But of all the scenery in the woods
This bit exceeds the lot
And a walk down this path on a hot summers day
Will never be forgot
Away down the nearby path you go
Under the lovers leap
Such a quiet peaceful place it is
If tired you may take a seat
And think of the other places you have visited
Where the scenery was very good
But for a bit of real romantic scenery
You can't beat old Mulgrave Woods
By Charles Griffiths
A visitor to Sandsend in the 1950's
Runswick Bay
On the seventh of August a Jubilee year
A party of seven from Sandsend did steer
For a place called Runswick, I know it right well
Where strong hardy Fishermen in it doth dwell
There was Wheetman and Whitler, Farmer and son
Pybus and Ted Shaw, likewise their Tom
A nice lot of jokers to go for a trip
If I had my way I'd have given them a dip
They visited all the hotels in the place
The pretty young barmaids to see
Till Wheetman cried out "I'm tired of this
Away to the Clickham for tea"
Some went to Hinderwell, some went to Staithes
Some their relations to see
But when Sam asked Wheetman where he was going
He says there's nowhere but Clickham for me
The signal was, be back to Runswick at six
Our ship will be ready for sea
The crew were all waiting 'cept Wheetman you bet
Who'd moped ale instead of drank tea
Lashed to the helm was Wheetman,
Wheetman so brave and true
While Sambo imagined his dream little self
Fishing for kippers over the bow
Out on the point of Kettleness
Stood Calvert, hat in hand
Shouting to Captain Wheetman
To keep her way off the land
Hand over the captain shoved the helm
And let her go out to the sea
Then Farmer said "Why where are we going,
It's Sandsend where we want to be"
by Charles Griffiths
A visitor to Sandsend in the 1950's