ramblings and things
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
Ringtons