Peggy Spout

Peggy's spout

And the water flowed from Peggy's Spout Oh so long ago.
Down the mossy gill on a freezing hill, where lonely
Winds did blow.
Crops where sown and harvested blessed by a bright clear sky,
And watered by Peggy's Spout, which flowed and tumbled by.

Swirling swiftly through the fertile land,
By Peggy's Spout the orchids grew,
The flowery Clough it was that place that we already knew.
As Peggy's Spout became Ince Brook she flowed on into youth
Through hamlets and by weaver's cots the water tumbled through.

By the hedgerow and the spoilheap tip the water level swelled
high,
And flowed on into Ince Brook as Peggy's Spout ran dry.
And once, close by, on Woodshey Rook the clearest waters where
found,
Where Peggy's Spout began her life,
Beneath that coally ground.
As Peggy's Spout lies sleeping now, somewhere under ground.