Hello Ross, here's another romantic verse;

And when the sun, his journey run
Sinks slowly out of view
The sky entire consum'd by fire
Takes on a crimson hue

(But) the fairest spot that Earth can boast,
Is here, by the blue sea-wall,
And the fairest maid on her native coast
Is the Lass of Lytham Hall

The blue sea-wall is a little mysterious too. I've never noticed that either the sea or the sea-wall was blue at Lytham.

At high tide, you can sail across the Ribble and enjoy a pint at the Flying Fish - the Dolphin - on Longton marsh.

You still need a tune!