Salford
My Home Town
My Poem
It's a dirty old town I hear people shout
But Salford has history, of that there's no doubt
This town of our forbears which once was so clean
Had meadows and orchards and trees ever green
The Romans and Saxons who helped build our town
Left us a legacy which not many see
While bondsmen and slaves were abroad in the land
The men of Salford had the right to be free
To the south of the town stands Ordsall Hall
Where a King and Queen once prepared for a ball
And Princes and Earls and Knights of the realm
Prepared for battle ' neath stately elms
And an avenue of sycamores towering on high
Led in armies of men, prepared to die
To the Salford spa once people did go
To drink of the water which purely did flow
The industrial revolution brought blackness and grime
Where once ran clear water it brought only slime
The city planners took the heart from our town
The streets of our childhood were mercilessly torn down
Where neighbours were neighbours and your house was your home
You could walk without fear and could walk alone
But wherever we go, wherever we roam
We always come back to Salford, our home
The town of our forbears which once was so clean
Holds a place in our hearts that can always be seen
