Bexhill in verse
Fatal Voyage of the Amsterdam
This fatal ship set sail from the North Dutch coast
To cross wide treacherous seas
The first thing they encountered
Was a strong westerly wind
Instead of a tranquil breeze
Struggling against each powerful wave
The ship would rock and sway
Determined to defy the bleak cruel sea
To reach those islands far away
Battling though storm and tempest in the channel
At an alarming horrific pace
The ship ran aground near Bulverhythe
now her final resting place.
Bexhill West
From sleepy Crowhurst to Bexhill
That branch was oh! such fun
To pass over the brick viaduct
That stood out in the sun.
Those little pull and push trains
That chugged along their way
Working very hard and shunting through the day.
But now its story is over
and all the tracks are gone
The memory and the ghost trains will always echo on.