Our Town
This is our town, this place we share
we’ve got lions, on our town square
old mills, big hills and Smithills Dean
no frills, aside from our home team
Rivington if you want fresh air
You’ll not find many millionaires
but dreams survive, with wear and tear
for what could be, or should have been
This is our town
London’s alright, but can’t compare
with Bolton where, I much prefer
Ye Olde pasties, Holden’s ice cream
Moss Bank Park and moorlands of green
why would I want to live elsewhere?
This is our town.
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