Groomsport is a little town
On the coast of County Down,
I often sit on its Harbour wall
Listening to the seagull’s call.
I hear the waves lap the shore
At other times they crash and roar,
I then will rest within the lee
And watch the foam backed angry sea.
In the habitat of this human race,
This coast must have a special place.
On the waters I see unfold
Heroic dramas perhaps untold,
When Groomsport men sailed the seven seas
On wooden ships in all degrees.
Others answered the patriotic call
And in foreign fields did fall.
Above the harbour is an obelisk
Reminding us of sacrifice and risk,
So that here we can always be
In little Groomsport by the sea.
Monty Alexander 3.3.95