Listen to
The Lambton Worm's song and put each paragraph in its right place.
The Lambton Worm song
One Sunday morning young Lambton went
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to fishing
in the Wear;
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And caught
a fish upon his hook
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He thought looked very strange.
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But what
kind of fish it was
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Young
Lambton couldn’t tell
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He couldn’t
be bothered to carry it home,
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So he threw
it down a well
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Chorus
The news of this most awful worm
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And his queer gannins on
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Soon crossed the seas, got to the ears
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Ov brave and bowld Sir John.
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So home he came and caught the beast,
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And cut him in two halves,
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And that soon stopped his eating bairns
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And sheep and lambs and caalves.
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Chorus
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This fearful worm would often feed
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On caalves and lambs and sheep,
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And swally little bairns alive
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When they laid down the sleep.
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And when he'd eaten all he could
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And he had had he's fill,
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He craaled away and lapped he's tail
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Ten times roond Pensha Hill.
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Chorus
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But the worm got fat and grew and grew,
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And grew an awful size;
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He'd greet big teeth, a greet big gob,
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And greet big goggly eyes.
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And when at nights he crawled around
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Te pick up bits of news,
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If he felt dry upon the road,
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He'd milk a dozen coos.
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Chorus
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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs,
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And I'll tell you all an awful story,
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Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs,
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And I'll tell you about the worm.
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Now Lambton felt inclined to go
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And fight a foreign war.
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He joined a troop of Knights that cared
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For neither wounds nor scars,
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And off he went to Palestine
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Where queer things him befel,
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An very soon forgot about
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The queer worm in the well.
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Chorus
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So now you know how all the folk
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On both sides
of the Wear
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Lost lots
of sheep and lots of sleep
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And lived
in mortal fear.
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So let's
hev one to brave Sir John
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That kept
the bairns from harm,
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Saved coos
and calves by making halves
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Of
the famous Lambton Worm.
Chorus
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