The Lambton Worm

 
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One Sunday morning Lambton went a-fishin' in the Wear; 
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An' catched a fish upon his huek he thowt leuk't varry queer, 
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But whatt'n a kind a fish it was young Lambton couldn't tell. 
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He waddn't fash to carry it hyem, so he hoyed it doon a well. 

 
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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, Aa'll tell ye aall and aaful story, 
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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' Aal tell ye 'bout the worm. 


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Noo Lambton felt in-clined to gan an' fight in foreign wars. 
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He joined a troop o' Knights that cared for neither wounds nor scars, 
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An' off he went to Pales-stine where queer things him be-fel, 
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An' varry seun  forgot a-boot the queer worm i' the well. 

 
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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, Aa'll tell ye aall and aaful story, 
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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' Aal tell ye 'bout the worm. 


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

 
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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, Aa'll tell ye aall and aaful story, 
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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' Aal tell ye 'bout the worm. 

 
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This  feorful  worm wad  often  feed on  calves an'  lambs an'  sheep, 
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An'  swally little  bairns alive when  they laid doon to  sleep. 
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An'  when he'd  eaten aal  he cud  an' he  had has he's  fill, 
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He  craaled a-way an'  lapped his  tail seven times roond Pensher  Hill. 

 
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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, Aa'll tell ye aall and aaful story, 
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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' Aal tell ye 'bout the worm. 

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The  news of  this most  aaful  worm an'  his queer  gannins  on 
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Seun  crossed the seas an’  gat to the ears of  bowld an' brave Sir  John. 
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So  hyem he  came an'  catched the  beast an'  cut 'im in three  halves, 
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An'  that seun  stopped he's  eatin' bairns,  an' sheeps an' lambs and  calves. 


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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, Aa'll tell ye aall and aaful story, 
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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' Aal tell ye 'bout the worm. 


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So  noo ye  knaa hoo  aall the  folks on  byeth sides  of the  Wear 
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Lost  lots o' sheep an'  lots o' sleep an'  lived in mortal  feor. 
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So  let's hev  one to  brave Sir  John that  kept the bairns frae  harm 
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Saved  coos an'  calves by  myekin' haalves o' the  famis Lambton  Worm 


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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, Aa'll tell ye aall and aaful story, 
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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs, An' Aal tell ye 'bout the worm. 

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Noo lads, Aa'll haad me gob that's aall Aa knaa aboot the story 
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Of Sir John's clivvor job wi' the aaful Lambton Worm!