West Gorton

West Gorton by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015 Billy Briggs, he lived in Gorton, West Gorton to be precise now the kids from West Gorton, were not very nice they had the toughest gangs down there, so you had to know if you were going to West Gorton, have your own gang in tow Be careful just which street you walk, some you would not tread you’re walking someone else’s ground, don’t look up just hang your head you’re not here for trouble, there’s an errand to be done so fix it, and then head home, your outnumbered here my son. Then you hear the Robert Street Gang, know that your around would like to know what you are doing, walking round their town then there they are in front of you, young Billy and his crew You can stare them down or fight them, run’s the other thing to do Wat’cha doing here said Billy, a sneer upon his face my granny’s sick we want to help, so we’re going to her place Ok said Bill, we’ll help you through, just this once though mind we’ll make sure you get there safe, you lads fall in behind We fixed our Gran the best we could, and then, was time to go we’ll keep an eye on her, said Billy, if she needs ya, we’ll let you know they walked us back to the border line, Billy shook my hand and then “ you Gorton lads are nancy boys, so don’t come back ag’en” The pride came back, and then as one, we stepped back across the line SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT THEN