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A Poem
This poem, attributed to
Gordon Nicholl, describes the demise of Bulgill Colliery in about 1910.
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West-Cumbrian Version |
Translation |
Bulgill's buggert
marra
Wukken out cum's fast
If thou gits t'backshift in
That cud be thee last |
Bulgill's buggered
friend,
Working-out comes fast,
If you get the backshift in,
That could be your last
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T'Powney's gone till
Riser
T'Ingins gone till t'seals
Thompson's up afoort t'boss
Fer pinchun six inch neals |
The pony's gone to Risehow
The Engine's gone to the sales
Tompson's up before the boss
For stealing six inch nails |
Tyson's gone till
Buthy
Cass till Outerside
Uncle Joe's at Number Fower
An Tom's at Number Five |
Tyson's gone to Bothel
Cass to Oughterside
Uncle Joe's at Number four
And Tom's at Number Five |
Bulgill's buggert
marra
Just a wa' o stean
Divent ga 'till Buthy
Thoo's better off at yam. |
Bulgill's buggered friend
Just a wall of stone
Don't go to Bothel
You're better off at home |
Ere we ga up t'clog
trod
In till t'Railway Pub
Get thee wissel wet me lad
See-un thou'll be on't club. |
Here we go up the path
Into the Railway Pub
Get your whistle wet my lad
Seeing as you'll be on the club |
Any stories or anecdotes relating to
the Brayton Domain Collieries or any other local pits would be welcomed.
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