Wp/nth/Lambton Worm

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


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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.