Where the Shrewsbury runs down to the star-lit Sea Bright bar,
There lives a lady, Annap is her name.
The matron of fine music, folk come from near and far
To celebrate in song at this lovely house of fame.

The water it shone brightly on that lovely July day
When the first big bunch of Mudcatters did gather there they say.
They talked and laughed and sang until they just could sing no more.
Then they gathered up their things and headed homeward from that shore.