Geordie Roots and Branches

Discussion in 'Alan Price songs - lyrics' started by Diana, Jul 7, 2006.

  1. Diana

    Diana Administrator Staff Member

    I had a copy of this tape that I used to play all the time but it was in a car that got stolen and then torched

    I've searched and searched but can't find a replacement. Has anyone got a copy they'd (sshhhh!) c**y for me??

    (translations can be provided if required!!!!)

    The Lampton Worm

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

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

    Noo Lambton felt inclined to gan
    An' fight in foreign wars.
    He joined a troop o' Knights that cared
    For neither wounds nor scars,
    An' off he went to Palestine
    Where queer things him befel,
    An' varry seun forgot aboot
    The queer worm i' the well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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  2. hollyh

    hollyh Founder Member

    Diana, I just got it myself, and the only format it's in is vinyl -- I don't have the equipment to c**y that. Sorry!
     
  3. Jean

    Jean Webmaster Staff Member

    :) Diana, I'll have to see what I can find in my collection.

    Glad to see you are back Holly, hope you enjoyed your holiday.

    Haven't done much on the forum since you've been away as I have had
    computer problems.

    But today a very nice man came and fixed it for me
    so off we go again.
     
  4. Diana

    Diana Administrator Staff Member

    Thanks both!!

    Here's the next one:

    Bobby Shaftoe


    Bobbie Shafto's gane to sea,
    Silver buckles on his knee,
    He'll come back and marry me,
    Bonnie Bobbie Shafto.

    Bobbie Shafto's fat and fair,
    Combing down his yellow hair;
    He's my love for evermair,
    Bonnie Bobby Shafto.




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  5. Diana

    Diana Administrator Staff Member

    Girl Of The North Country


    Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
    Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
    Remember me to one who lives there.
    She once was a true love of mine.

    Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
    When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
    Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
    To keep her from the howlin' winds.

    Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
    If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
    Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
    That's the way I remember her best.

    I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
    Many times I've often prayed
    In the darkness of my night,
    In the brightness of my day.

    So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
    Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
    Remember me to one who lives there.
    She once was a true love of mine.


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  6. Diana

    Diana Administrator Staff Member

    BILLY BOY


    Oh, where have you been,
    Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
    Oh, where have you been,
    Charming Billy?
    I have been to seek a wife,
    She's the joy of my life,
    She's a young thing
    And cannot leave her mother.

    Did she ask you to come in,
    Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
    Did she ask you to come in,
    Charming Billy?
    Yes, she asked me to come in,
    There's a dimple in her chin.
    She's a young thing
    And cannot leave her mother.

    Can she make a cherry pie,
    Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
    Can she make a cherry pie,
    Charming Billy?
    She can make a cherry pie,
    Quick as a cat can wink an eye,
    She's a young thing
    And cannot leave her mother.

    How old is she,
    Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
    How old is she,
    Charming Billy?
    Three times six and four times seven,
    Twenty-eight and eleven,
    She's a young thing
    And cannot leave her mother.

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  7. hollyh

    hollyh Founder Member

    Most of these songs are proper traditional folk songs, but Girl of the North Country is by Bob Dylan -- I heard Alan sing it a couple years ago, and I think he does it much better than Dylan does (though that's not unusual with Dylan songs ;) ).
     
  8. Diana

    Diana Administrator Staff Member

    You're quite right, Holly, hence the name of the album!

    And here's a real Geordie song which was used as the title song for a wonderful Geordie series called - um - "When The Boat Comes In"!!!



    DANCE ti' th' DADDY

    Come here, maw little Jacky,
    Now aw've smoked mi backy,
    Let's hev a bit o' cracky,
    Till the boat comes in.

    Chorus:
    Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
    Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
    Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
    Thou shall hev a fishy when the boat comes in.

    Here's thy mother humming,
    Like a canny woman;
    Yonder comes thy father,
    Drunk - he cannot stand.

    Chorus:
    Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
    Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
    Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
    Thou shall hev a haddock when the boat comes in.

    Our Tommy's always fuddling,
    He's so fond of ale,
    But he's kind to me,
    I hope he'll never fail.

    Chorus:
    Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
    Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
    Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
    Thou shall hev a bloater when the boat comes in.

    I like a drop mysel',
    When I can get it sly,
    And thou, my bonny bairn,
    Will lik't as well as I.

    Chorus:
    Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
    Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
    Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
    Thou shall hev a mackerel when the boat comes in.

    May we get a drop,
    Oft as we stand in need;
    And weel may the keel row
    That brings the bairns their bread.

    Chorus:
    Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
    Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
    Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
    Thou shall hev a salmon when the boat comes in.

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    By the way - if anyone want any translation, I'll be happy to oblige!
     
  9. Diana

    Diana Administrator Staff Member

    THE WATER OF THE TYNE

    I cannot get to my love if I would die;
    For the water of Tyne runs between her and me
    And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee,
    Both sighing and sickly, my sweetheart to see.

    I cannot get to my love if I would die;
    For the waters of Tyne run between her and me
    And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee,
    Both sighing and sickly, my sweetheart to see.

    Oh, where is the boatman, my bonny hinney?
    Oh, where is the boatman? Bring him to me
    To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey
    And I will remember the boatman and thee.

    Oh, bring me a boatman, I'll give any money
    And you for your trouble rewarded shall be
    To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey
    Or scull her across the rough river to me

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  10. Diana

    Diana Administrator Staff Member

    I love this one!

    CUSHIE BUTTERFIELD

    I'm a broken-hearted keelman
    An I'm o'er head in love
    Wi a young lass from Gateshead
    An I call her me dove.
    Her name's Cushie Butterfield
    An she sells yella clay
    An her cousin's a muckman
    An they call him Tom Gray.

    CHORUS:
    She's a big lass
    She's a bonny lass
    An she likes her beer
    An I call her Cushie Butterfield
    An I wish she was here.


    Her eyes is like two holes
    In a blanket pulled through
    An her breath in the mornin
    Would scare a young coo.
    And when I hear her shoutin'
    Will you buy ony clay?
    Like a candyman's trumpet
    It steals me young heart away.

    CHORUS
    She's a big lass...


    Ye'll oft see her doon at Sandgate
    When the fresh herring comes in
    She's like a bagful o sawdust
    Tied round with string
    She wears big galoshes
    And her stockings was once white
    An her bedgown it's lilac
    An her hat's nivva straight.

    CHORUS
    She's a big lass...


    When I axed her to marry us
    She started to laugh
    "Noo, Nyen o' yer monkey tricks
    For Aa like nee sic chaff"
    Then she started abubblin'
    An roared like a bull
    An the cheps on the Keel sez
    Aa's nowt but a fyeul

    CHORUS
    She's a big lass...


    She sez "The chep that gets us
    He'll heh te work ivvery day
    An when he comes hyem at neet
    He'll need to gan an seek clay.
    An when he awa' seekin it
    Aall myek baals an sing
    O weel may the keel row
    That my laddie's in."

    CHORUS
    She's a big lass...

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  11. Diana

    Diana Administrator Staff Member

    KEEP YOUR FEET STILL, GEORDIE HINNY

    Wor Geordey an' Bob Jonsin byeth lay i' one bed,
    Iv a little lodgjin hoose that's doon the shore,
    Before Bob had been an' oor asleep, a kick frae Geordey's fut
    Myed him wakin up to roar instead o' snore.

    Chorus.
    "Keep yor feet still! Geordey, hinny, let's be happy for the neet,
    For aw mayn’t be se happy throo the day.
    So give us that bit cumfort, --keep yor feet still, Geordey lad,
    An' dinnet send maw bonny dreams away!"


    Aw dreamt thor was a dancin held, an' Mary Clark wes there;
    An' aw thowt we tript it leetly on the floor,
    An' aw prest her heevin breest te mine when walsin roond the room,
    That's mair than aw dor ivor de before.

    Chorus
    Keep yor feet still..


    Ye'll knaw the lad that she gans with, they call him Jimmy Green,
    Aw thowt he tried te spoil us i' wor fun,
    But aw dreamt aw nail'd him heavy, an' blackt the big feul's eyes;
    If aw'd slept it's hard to tell what aw wad deun.

    Chorus
    Keep yor feet still..


    Aw thowt aw set her hyem that neet, content we went alang.
    Aw kiss'd her lips a hundred times or mair,
    An' aw wish'd the road wad nivor end, se happy like wes aw,
    Aw cud wlak'd a thoosind miles wi' Mary there!

    Chorus
    Keep yor feet still..


    Aw dremt Jim Green had left the toon an' left his luv te me,
    An' aw thowt the hoose wis furnish'd wi' the best,
    An' aw dreamt aw just had left the church wi' Mary be me side,
    When yor clumsy feet completely spoil'd the rest."

    Chorus
    Keep yor feet still..


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  12. hollyh

    hollyh Founder Member

    Thanks for these, Diana -- I needed help with translating some of the Geordie diction!

    FYI, Sting did a recording of "Cushie Butterfield" on a children's songs compilation we had when our kids were younger. He did a very nice job with it too!
     
  13. Diana

    Diana Administrator Staff Member

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