I've lived in Horwich all my life,

And sin its ups and downs,

It strikes me as a gradely place,

A prince of northern towns.

Folks go mad for London,

Wi its Mall and Oxford Street,

We've got Lee Lane and Winter Hey,

I think we've got em beat.

We haven't got a Arrodds,

Or a Selfridges or such,

But our shops can outdo em,

For that local friendly touch.

They've got their stately buildings,

Dating back to days of yore, But we've got pubs what's stood here,

For a undred years and more.

We might not have a river,

Like the Thames in all its glory,

But when Pearl Brook's in full flood,

That's quite another story.

And as for all them Cockneys,

Wi their well known cheeky wit,

Well, you've not encountered humour,

Till you've worked in t'mill or t'pit.

So all you folk from London,

Had better lend an ear,

You might just loose your status,

Cos it's capital up here. By A Johnson

Winter Hey Lane, Horwich

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