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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

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