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           The Legend Of The Lambton Worm 
 
 
             During the Middle Ages, a
             young member of the Lambton family chose to fish
             on a Sunday despite warnings that it was unlucky.
             On this particular day he caught nothing but a worm
             and in anger, threw it into the well.
             Some years later, while Lambton
             was away fighting the Crusades, the worm emerged
             from the well, a huge and ferocious beast. It
             devastated the land killing all in its path and
             continued to grow, coiling its massive body around
             the hillsides. On his return from the Holy Land, the
             brave young Lambton sought help from a witch on
             how best to slay the beast, but he was told that if
             he killed the creature, he would have to slay the
             very next living thing he met. The worm was killed
             but sadly, it was Lambton's father who passed by,
             and the young crusader, unable to murder
             him,reneged on his promise to the witch and
             condemned his family to a curse of untimely deaths
             that continued for nine generations.
             The song of the Lambton
             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.
             Chorus
             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.
             Chorus
             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.
             Chorus
             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.
             Chorus
             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.
            Chorus
             So noo ye knaa hoo aall the folks
             On byeth sides of the Wear
             Lost lots o' sheep an' lots o' sleep
             An' lived in mortal feor.
             So let's hev one to brave Sir John
             That kept the bairns frae harm
             Saved coos an' calves by myekin' haalves
             O' the famis Lambton Worm
 
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