Manchester: ‘This is the place’

Tony Walsh (Longfella’) reads out his poem ‘This is the place’ at the vigil on Albert Square for the victims of the Manchester attack.

This is the place

In the north-west of England. It’s ace, it’s the best

And the songs that we sing from the stands, from our bands

Set the whole planet shaking.

Our inventions are legends. There’s nowt we can’t make, and so we make brilliant music

We make brilliant bands

And we make things from steel

And we make things from cotton

And we make people laugh, take the mick summat rotten

And we make you at home

And we make you feel welcome and we make summat happen

And we can’t seem to help it

And if you’re looking from history, then yeah we’ve a wealth

We make goals that make souls leap from seats in the stands

But the Manchester way is to make it yourself.

And make us a record, a new number one

And make us a brew while you’re up, love, go on

And make us feel proud that you’re winning the league

And make us sing louder and make us believe that this is the place that has helped shape the world

And this is the place where a Manchester girl named Emmeline Pankhurst from the streets of Moss Side led a suffragette city with sisterhood pride

And this is the place with appliance of science, we’re on it, atomic, we struck with defiance, and in the face of a challenge, we always stand tall, Mancunians, in union, delivered it all

Such as housing and libraries and health, education and unions and co-ops and first railway stations

So we’re sorry, bear with us, we invented commuters. But we hope you forgive us, we invented computers.

And this is the place Henry Rice strolled with rolls, and we’ve rocked and we’ve rolled with our own northern soul

And so this is the place to do business then dance, where go-getters and goal-setters know they’ve a chance

And this is the place where we first played as kids. And me mum, lived and died here, she loved it, she did.

And this is the place where our folks came to work, where they struggled in puddles, they hurt in the dirt and they built us a city, they built us these towns and they coughed on the cobbles to the deafening sound to the steaming machines and the screaming of slaves, they were scheming for greatness, they dreamed to their graves.

And these hard times again, in these streets of our city, but we won’t take defeat and we don’t want your pity.

Because this is a place where we stand strong together, with a smile on our face, greater Manchester forever.

And we’ve got this place where a team with a dream can get funding and something to help with a scheme.

Because this is a place that understands your grand plans. We don’t do “no can do” we just stress “yes we can”

Forever Manchester’s a charity for people round here, you can fundraise, donate, you can be a volunteer. You can live local, give local, we can honestly say, we do charity different, that Mancunian way.

And we fund local kids, and we fund local teams. We support local dreamers to work for their dreams. We support local groups and the great work they do. So can you help us. help local people like you?

Because this is the place in our hearts, in our homes, because this is the place that’s a part of our bones.

Because Greater Manchester gives us such strength from the fact that this is the place, we should give something back.

And they left us a spirit. They left us a vibe. That Mancunian way to survive and to thrive and to work and to build, to connect, and create and Greater Manchester’s greatness is keeping it great.

And so this is the place now with kids of our own. Some are born here, some drawn here, but they all call it home.

And they’ve covered the cobbles, but they’ll never defeat, all the dreamers and schemers who still teem through these streets.

Because this is a place that has been through some hard times: oppressions, recessions, depressions, and dark times.

But we keep fighting back with Greater Manchester spirit. Northern grit, Northern wit, and Greater Manchester’s lyrics.

Always remember, never forget, forever Manchester.



  1. Trumpenreich

     /  May 26, 2017

    [This post is a tribute poem to Manchester, so it’s inappropriate to use it for a general attack like that. PG]

    • Trumpenreich

       /  May 26, 2017

      [Deleted, same reason.]

      The poem carefully erases any reference to the nature of the attack.

      [Not at all. The poem was recited after the bombing but was not written for it. It was commissioned in 2013, by the charity Forever Manchester. PG]

      • Trumpenreich

         /  May 26, 2017

        Well then it has been carefully SELECTED as an erasure of the nature of the attack, just like any reference to the Islamic motivation of the attack has been expunged from the Globalist media.

        If you are going to delete my argument, remove ALL OF IT.

        Don’t post a heavily redacted version of my argument, keeping one little bit which you wrongly think you can score easy points off.

        I’m tired of you using moderation as a bear baiting tactic.

        [I’ll remove whatever parts of your comments I think are inappropriate. You should have got the message by now – you can avoid moderation by keeping within guidelines. If you don’t want me to moderate your comments how I see fit then either sort your shit out or don’t comment.

        And I think your claims are wrong again. Manchester is going through difficult time right now and are dealing with it as best they can. On this post in particular using it to promote extreme views and to make false claims is inappropriate. PG]

        • Conspiratoor

           /  May 27, 2017

          Assessing appropriateness is to an extent subjective and is up to you to call as you choose pg. However I would be interested to see these “false claims” as his posts are generally on the mark, albeit couched in fairly direct prose

  2. lurcher1948

     /  May 26, 2017


  3. Brown

     /  May 26, 2017

    As though this feel good nonsense will win the war against militant Islam. An epic fail in every way that matters but, as usual, excellent virtue signalling by those who have no idea what to do next.

  4. lurcher1948

     /  May 26, 2017

    Pete you have many depressed people reading your posts.A dude in the bombed city read out a moral boosting poem and 7 boring sadsacks sulking in their darkened bedrooms downtick my encouragement. Maybe these 7 muslims should leave godson.

    • Brown

       /  May 27, 2017

      Rubbish. Piper MacMillan played his bag pipes on D Day to inspire the men to press on up the beach into danger and defeat the enemy. There was no thought of sending a hashtag, making a love heart symbol or rolling over so as not to offend the Germans.

      • Gezza

         /  May 27, 2017

        Bill Millin. He says here the Germans said they didn’t shoot at him because they thought he was a dumkopf.

        • Brown

           /  May 28, 2017

          Oops. Got his name wrong – relying on my darned memory is getting risky.

  5. Conspiratoor

     /  May 27, 2017

    Poetry is what happens when your mind stops working, and for a moment, all you do is feel. Atticus

  6. Conspiratoor

     /  May 27, 2017

    Since it’s a day for poems here is one that Mr T might approve of…

    It was not part of their blood,
    It came to them very late,
    With long arrears to make good,
    When the Saxon began to hate.

    They were not easily moved,
    They were icy — willing to wait
    Till every count should be proved,
    Ere the Saxon began to hate.

    Their voices were even and low.
    Their eyes were level and straight.
    There was neither sign nor show
    When the Saxon began to hate.

    It was not preached to the crowd.
    It was not taught by the state.
    No man spoke it aloud
    When the Saxon began to hate.

    It was not suddently bred.
    It will not swiftly abate.
    Through the chilled years ahead,
    When Time shall count from the date
    That the Saxon began to hate.

    The Wrath of the Awakened Saxon – r kipling

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