And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon Wigan’s Hindley Green?
And was the holy Richard Ashcroft
On Wigan's pleasant pastures seen?
And did Victoria Wines
Shine forth upon dog shit hills?
And was Platt Bridge builded here
On a diet of powder and pills?
Bring me my bag of smack!
Bring me my syringe of desire!
Bring me my spoon! O acid and crack!
Colin Wellands chariots of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my cock sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Platt Bridge
In Wigan's green and pleasant land.
The Bard of Wigan
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