I like the town of Horwich,
To me it seems the best.
Happen 'cos I've lived here
For 50 years and t'rest.
You get to feel for places,
That you can call your home.
I reckon that I'll stay here,
I've no desire to roam.
But nothing stays the way it was,
Change is everywhere,
And just like many other folks,
We've had to take our share.
We've houses now in places
That locals can't explain,
Like t'duck??? pond down Vale Avenue,
And t'pipe works up Green Lane.
Our cinemas (we once had three)
Don't show "flicks", instead
One's now a funeral parlour -
Who said that films are dead?
One's a kiddies' playroom,
Where t'youngsters can go mad,
And t'last's a supermarket;
I suppose it's rather sad.
But we've Middlebrook wi' stadium,
And t'Multiplex, the lot,
All th'adverts say it's Bowton,
But we know as it's not.
?In winter when the snow comes,
All t'roads once were cleared.
Now it's just the bus routes,
Exactly as we feared
Aye, the main thing wrong wi' Horwich,
Just like Farnorth and Westhowton -
We don't stand on our own no more,
We've been swallowed up bi Bowton. By Alan Johnson
Winter Hey Lane
Horwich
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