WIDNES, into Cheshire you now have gone,

But you're really a Lancastrian.

A fishing village you were early on,

Until your love of chemicals began.

The railway bridge let the line pass you by,

Whilst the Transporter car sailed o'er your shore.

Its sad demise left a tear in your eye,

But the road bridge could take thousands more.

Your football team plays with an oval ball,

And to your fine stadium its fans go.

Now your West Bank Dock isn't there at all,

And Spike Island is host to the Halton Show.

Ah Widnes, there's a longing in your heart,

For the old bridge, which of you was a part.

Sam Weaver, Halton