Wp/nth/Lambton Worm

The Lambton Worm is yen o the myest kenspeckle creaturs frae the foak tyels o Northumbrie. The story o the worm is commemorateet byeth wi written warks an oral tradition, an hes been adapteet intiv a foak sang an pantomime forby.

Sang

 * Won Sunda morn young Lambton went
 * A-fishin in thi Wear;
 * An catched a fish upon his heuk
 * He thowt leukt vary queer.
 * But whatten a kynd ov fish it was
 * Young Lambton cuddent tell-
 * He waddent fash ti carry'd hyem,
 * So he hoyed it doon a well


 * Owerword:
 * Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs,
 * An A'll tell ye aal an aaful story,
 * Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs,
 * An' A'll tell ye 'boot thi worm.


 * Noo Lambton felt inclined ti gan
 * An fight i foreign wars.
 * He joined a troop ov Knights that cared
 * For nowther woonds nor scars,
 * An off he went ti Palestine
 * Wheor queor things him befel,
 * An varry seun forgat aboot
 * Thi queer worm i thi well.


 * (Owerword)


 * But thi worm got fat an grewed an grewed,
 * An grewed an aaful size;
 * He'd greet big teeth, a greet big gob,
 * An greet big goggly eyes.
 * An when at neets he craalled aboot
 * Ti pick up bits o news,
 * If he felt dry upon thi road,
 * He'd milk a dozen coos.


 * (Owerword)


 * This feorful worm wad often feed
 * On caalves an lambs an sheep,
 * An swally little bairns alive
 * When they laid doon ti sleep.
 * An when he'd eaten aal he cud
 * An he had had his fill,
 * He craaled away an lapped his tail
 * Ten times roond Pensha Hill.


 * (Owerword)


 * Thi news ov this myest aaful worm
 * An his queer gannins on
 * Seun crossed thi seas, gat ti thi ears
 * Ov brave an bowld Sor John.
 * So hyem he cam an catched thi beast,
 * An cut 'im in twee haalves,
 * An that seun stopped hes eatin bairns
 * An sheep an lambs an caalves.


 * (Owerword)


 * So noo ye knaa hoo aal thi foaks
 * On byeth sides ov thi Wear
 * Lost lots o sheep an lots o sleep
 * An leeved i mortal feor.
 * So let's hev one ti brave Sor John
 * That kept thi bairns frae harm,
 * Saved coos an calves by myekin haalves
 * O thi famis Lambton Worm.


 * Final owerword:
 * Noo lads, A’ll haad me gob,
 * That's aal A knaa aboot thi story
 * Ov Sir John's clivvor job
 * Wi thi aaful Lambton Worm.