And while you're at Worsley
Turn around and look inversely
In the general direction of Wigan
And you'll see the motorway viaduct- a big 'un
Where the traffic thunders past without cease,
Then get some chips covered in grease
And a pint at the Bridgewater Arms
Like generations of hard working miners before
Who dug the encarboned coal in days of yore,
And loaded it onto boats called starvationeers
To be conveyed to Wigan Pier.