There’s a castle in the field,
Upon the breast shaped hill,
The legions are long gone,
Yet the remains are there still,
Double arched gate house,
Built of dark crimson sandstone,
Marking the place
Where those legions made their home.
Agricola was the name,
Conquest was his game,
To subdue to the mighty Brigantes tribe
and achieve glory and fame.

The centuries came and went,
The city moved
Up Deansgate,
Mamucium
morphed into
Manceinion,
Mameceaster,
Yet there was still a castle in the field.

It’s all trendy Wendy now
by the Bridgewater canal,
Old factories now
Renovated,
Yet while the Beetham tower looms overhead,
Those relics remain
where our city was born and bred,
The fortress on the breast shaped hill,
We have a castle in our field.

©Anthony J.P 2020