One Sunday morn young Lambton
Went a-fishin’ in the Wear;
An’ catched a fish fish upon his heuk,
He thowt leuk’t varry queer,
But whatt’n a kind of fish it was
Young Lambton couldn’t tell.
He waddn’t fash to carry it hyem,
So he hoyed it doon a well.
Chorus:
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs,
Aa’ll tell ye aall an aaful story,
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs,
An aa’ll tell ye aboot 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 in the well.
Chorus……
But the worm got fat an’ growed an’ growed,
An’ growed an aaful size;
With greet big teeth, and greet big gob,
An’ greet big goggley 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……
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