Poem
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A Poem

This poem, attributed to Gordon Nicholl, describes the demise of Bulgill Colliery in about 1910.  

Original 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
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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