The Lambton WOrm

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The Lambton WOrm

Postby bea » Wed Jun 20, 2007 7:14 pm

I want to share with you all the Lambton worm song.

http://ngfl.northumberland.gov.uk/english/Lambton/Lambton%20Worm.mp3

(unfortunately the old version i can find is being sung by kids with recorders)

I live right next to penshaw monument which is incorrectly known as the hill in which the worm in the song wraps itself round. Worm hill is actually a much smaller hill just next to my local pub and excellent for sledging down in winter.

The accents in this song are very close to spiths and my own when we pissed and we taking the piss out of people from sunderland

heres the words in case you's want to sing along (i'd be very intersted if some americans could attempt to tranlate :biggrin: )

One Sunday mornin' Lambton went a-fishing in the Wear;
An' catched a fish upon he's heuk
He thowt leuk't vary queer.
But whatt'n a kind ov fish it was young Lambton cuddent tell
He waddn't fash te carry'd hyem,
So he hoyed it in a well.

Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' aa'll tell ye aall an aaful story,
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' Aa'll tel ye 'boot the worm.

Noo Lambton felt inclined te gan
An' fight i' foreign wars.
He joined a troop ov Knights that cared
For nowther woonds nor scars,
An' 'off he went te Palestine
Where queer things him befel,
An varry seun forgat aboot
The queer worm i' the well.

Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' aa'll tell ye aall an aaful story,
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' Aa'll tel ye 'boot the worm.

But the worm got fat an' growed an' growed,
An' growed an aaful suze;
He'd greet big teeth, a greet big gob,
An greet big goggle eyes.
An' when at neets he craaled aboot
Te pick up bits o' news,
If he felt dry upon the road,
He milked a dozen coos.

Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' aa'll tell ye aall an aaful story,
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' Aa'll tel ye 'boot the worm.

This feorful worm would often feed
On caalves an' lambs an' sheep,
aN' swally little bairns alive
When they laid doon te sleep.
An when he'd eaten aall he cud
An' he had had he's fill,
He craaled away an' lapped he's tail
Ten times roond Pensher Hill.

Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' aa'll tell ye aall an aaful story,
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' Aa'll tel ye 'boot the worm.

The news ov this myest aaful worm
An' his queer gannins on
Seun crossed the seas, gat te the ears
Ov brave an' bowld Sor John.
So hyem he cam an' catched the beast
An' cut 'im in twe haalves,
An' that seun stooped hes eatin' bairns
An' sheep an' lambs an' caalves.

Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' aa'll tell ye aall an aaful story,
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' Aa'll tel ye 'boot the worm.

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

Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' aa'll tell ye aall an aaful story,
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' Aa'll tel ye 'boot the worm.
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Postby spithray » Wed Jun 20, 2007 7:21 pm

I've also never found a decent version of the song. The really weird thing is that Spithray jnr knows all the words. Maybe I could play guitar and he could sing. We could make a video and everything. :biggrin:
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