Liverpool home

City roots, people proud 
Red or blue, a supportive crowd
Cilla and doddy and of cause the Fab Four 
Stories from ya Nan, memories of the war
Bombs, rashions, lost loved ones at sea
A story to tell with a scone and hot tea 
The woods kids would play without a care 
Not much to give other than sugar, nieghbours always did share 
The Beatles travelling the world, singing heartbreakers
You will never walk alone, Gerry and the pacemakers
we say Errm a lot, we love the great miss Comer
we love a good market down at great Homer

The spirit is raw yet down to earth 
A little humble yet we stand for our worth
A city built on jokes and manners it is annoying when some let us down 
You do get a bad apple where ever you go but we just call them a clown 
Respecting your neighbour is a must 
Helping each other, gaining a trust 
Standing as one through hard times 
Tragedy, Wars, Pandemics and crimes

We Love a little harder, and we always like to greet
People passing by, strangers in the street
The liver bird stands tall if only they could talk
“I don’t want seaweed, go get the bread”  Bella and Bertie would squawk