Nearly forty years ago a great storm wrecked our coast;
A cyclone battered everything in sight.
In the morning we discovered that a foreign cargo ship
Had been washed up on the beach at dead of night.
The ship was called 'The Sygna' and it's been there ever since,
Rusting away and not a sign of crew.
But thrill-seekers on motor-bikes like to ride out on the dunes
In order that they get a better view.
One day no doubt she'll crumble and slip beneath the waves
And our 'ancient relic' will be seen no more.
Until that time the bikes will come
Putt-putting along on Stockton's sandy shore.