Founded over 100 years ago by Sammy Smith a canny Yorkie who set up trade in Newcastle, the company just grows and grows.   The Man From Ringtons in his distinctive little van, and carrying his wicker basket is an institution in many parts of the country.

Ringtons

I am the man from Ringtons,

Just the latest pair of feet

That hail snow rain or blow

Come walking down your street,

With my trade mark basket

Stuffed full of our delights

Like tea and ginger bikkies 

For long tele watching nights.

And  full of otjer goodies

Of which there are lots and lots

Like teas towels, and caddies,

Mugs, fine china tea pots.

And teas of distinction

That real cuppa taste

Brewed for three minutes

And not drunk in haste

Sit there and appreciate 

The quality at your leisure

There’s no need to rush 

Such a simple pleasure

One hundred years trading.

So many played their part,

From Sammy Smith’s vision

That gave the company start

And there have been times 

When trader has been slow

But feet like mine

Have kept us on the go

And the future seems assured

For the Ringtons tea man

Coming down your road

In those distinctive litltle vans

I am the man from Ringtons

Just the latest pair of feet

That hail snow rain or blow

Come walking down your street