From the Peak district she starts her journey
rising with a gentle trickle,
and begins to run free,
with her flow ever increasing
towards Liverpool Bay and the open sea.
She is icy cold and clean from start
but in yesteryear she was polluted
by heavy industry;
chemical processes on her banks.
And yet today she ambles on
and opens up to the estuary.
Bridged today from Widnes to Runcorn,
the west coast railway line into Lime Street,
and the road bridge;
once the longest single span bridge in the world.
Liverpool to the Wirral 1886, a rail tunnel.
Today, two road tunnels
the Queensway, 1934
and the Kingsway, 1971
Ferries leave the Pier Head landing stage:
the Royal Daffodil, the Snowdrop and the Royal Iris,
sailing against the incoming tide,
carrying their passengers across to work
from Birkenhead to Liverpool;
and tourists from all over the world.
The tannoy gives its daily rendition of
“Ferry cross the Mersey.
Life goes on day after day,
hearts torn in every way,
so ferry cross the Mersey
‘cause this land’s the place I love,
and here I’ll stay, and here I’ll stay, here I’ll stay”
carried on the wind to the delight of the tourists.
Eight hundred years of history;
the barrier that was the river,
monks crossing in the first instance
from Rock Ferry they would make a charge
to travellers or goods.
The pool was their destination,
a fishing village then.
Today, the Port City of Liverpool,
The Mersey River crossed.