In Myrtle Beach, where stories weave,
A trolley waits for those who believe,
With Katheryne as your charming guide,
History beckons, come take a ride.

Through melodies of bygone days,
Where music’s magic gently plays,
Artistic whispers fill the air,
As tales of creativity flare.

Pirates lurk in shadow’s gleam,
Ghosts emerge from history’s dream,
Their secrets told in hushed delight,
On haunted tours that thrill the night.

Battles fought on distant shores,
Echo through our history’s roars,
As tales of valor, courage, might,
Unfold in stories of the fight.

South Carolina’s past unfurls,
In charming tales, each gem a pearl,
Join us, journey through the lore,
With Katheryne, explore and more.

So climb aboard, let history sing,
As Myrtle Beach’s stories cling,
To hearts that seek the past’s embrace,
In every tale, a timeless trace.