"Here lies poor Sambo, a faithfull negro who
(attending his master from the west indies)
Died on his arrival at Sunderland ....
"Full sixty years the angry winter's wave
Has thundering dashed this bleak and barren shore
Since Sambo's head laid in this lonely grave
Lies still and ne'er will hear their turmoil more
Full many a sandbird chirps upon the sod
And many a moonlight elfin round him trips
Full many a moonlight sunbeam warms the clod
And many a teeming cloud upon him drips
But still he sleeps - till the awakening sounds
Of the archangel trump new life impart
Then the great judge his approbation founds
Not on man's colour but his worth of heart"
Rev. Watson a retired school master who raised money for the memorial to be built in 1796