The Road to Plymouth

Newton Ferrer really is a new town 

So says the Domesday Book

The harbour’s a long way down 

But it’s certainly worth a look

Here Henry Every’s youth was spent 

A pirate of some renown

He soon disappeared in retirement 

His treasure was never found

Warren ferry won’t play ball

So it’s round the creek today

It’s not the Brixton I recall

No riots, no roots, no reggae

The Barbican ferry’s a godsend

Dodging traffic’s all part of my game

The vessel is called Mountbatten 

At least Windsor’s not part of the name…

Hartland