We keep fighting back with greater Manchester spirit Listen as poet reads
But we keep fighting back with greater Manchester spirit. Northern grit, northern wit, and greater Manchester’s lyrics.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.Always remember, never forget, forever Manchester. Poet Tony Walsh brought a crowd of thousands in Manchester to silence with his powerful words about the beauty of the vibrant city which survived an atrocious terror attack on Monday night.At the vigil to those who lost their lives or were injured or missing in the attack when a terrorist blew himself up at an Ariana Grande concert, Mr Walsh read out a poem about why the spirit of Manchester will never be quashed.Poet Tony Walsh, 51, delivered a version of his poem This Is The Place, an ode to the city of Manchester and its people, to a packed Albert Square. Poet Tony Walsh speaks as members of the public gather at a vigilCredit:Getty Such as housing and libraries and health, education and unions and co-ops and first railway stationsSo 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 soulAnd so this is the place to do business then dance, where go-getters and goal-setters know they’ve a chanceAnd 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 they left us a spirit. They left us a vibe. The 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 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. The full poem is belowThis is the placeIn the north-west of England. It’s ace, it’s the bestAnd the songs that we sing from the stands, from our bandsSet the whole planet shaking.Our inventions are legends. There’s nowt we can’t make, and so we make brilliant musicWe make brilliant bandsWe make goals that make souls leap from seats in the standsAnd we make things from steelAnd we make things from cottonAnd we make people laugh, take the mick sommat rottenAnd we make you at homeAnd we make you feel welcome and we make summat happenAnd we can’t seem to help itAnd if you’re looking from history, then yeah we’ve a wealthBut the Manchester way is to make it yourself.And make us a record, a new number oneAnd make us a brew while you’re up, love, go onAnd make us feel proud that you’re winning the leagueAnd make us sing louder and make us believe that this is the place that has helped shape the worldAnd this is the place where a Manchester girl named Emmeline Pankhurst from the streets of Moss Side led a suffragette city with sisterhood prideAnd 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, delievered it all He told the Press Association: “As a proud Mancunian, I was worried that I’d find that emotional, particularly when I mentioned my mum, who passed away a while ago.”It meant a lot to me. I wanted to do it for Manchester. I didn’t want to crack, because Manchester won’t crack.”I felt quite calm actually, when it came to do it.”It was a privilege.”The poet, originally from Tameside, said the poem was previously commissioned by a charity called Forever Manchester.”There was flashes of humour in there because that’s Manchester all the time, and it’s Manchester even in its darkest hours.”And it’s important to me that the poem is true to Manchester and its people, and we fight through these things with humour, as hard as it is sometimes. That’s the Mancunian way,” he said.Mr Walsh, who now lives in Prestwich, said he is often commissioned to write about the city. Credit:Getty He has also previously written a poem to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the Manchester Arena two years ago. Want the best of The Telegraph direct to your email and WhatsApp? Sign up to our free twice-daily Front Page newsletter and new audio briefings.