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Gunn
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My Grandma Emily Smith born Lothersdale 1886 used to give recitations. A great family favourite was Shy Tom (in yorkshire dialect). We can't remember the full version & have tried various sources but have not been able to trace the original. Can someone please help!
This is as much as we remember:-
Shy Tom
Shy Tom he waur a bashful chap gay company he'd shun
And lassies oft at his expense had mony a bit of fun
But Tom waur noan so green as he waur cabbage looking
He waur engineer by trade
He'd mak a rare good husband thought mony a winsome maid
If he nobbut would come for'ard it's a pity he's so shy
so they laughed at him in oppen and made eyes at him on't sly
Now fair Lucy lass o Nancy's se waur nicest lass in town
Her cheeks were red as roses and her merry eyes were brown
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Now they'd all gone on a picnic a far as Bolton woods
And they'd asked shy Tom to join them a nobbut reet they should
And they laughed & joked as young folks will do
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But Tom waur quick and grabbed her whle she cried out "Let me go
-----------"E lass noan so!"-------------------
Edited by - Gunn on 26/12/2007 4:33:44 PM
Edited by - Gunn on 30/12/2007 6:25:37 PM
Edited by - Gunn on 30/12/2007 6:26:57 PM
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Julie in Norfolk
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Posted - 26/12/2007 : 16:29
Oh, we've got to find the missing lines for this......
Measure with a micrometer.
Mark with a pencil.
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Gunn
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Posted - 04/01/2008 : 18:35
Here is the full version:- (as remembered by Ruth Jean Smith Bowman aged 83)
Shy Tom
Shy Tom he waur a bashful chap
Gay company he'd shun
And lassies oft at his expense
Had mony a bit of fun
But Tom waur noan so green
As he waur cabbage looking
He waur engineer by trade
He'd mak a rare good husband
Thought mony a winsome maid
If he nobbut wood come for'ard
It's a pity he's so shy
So they laughed at him in oppen
And made eyes at him on't sly
Now fair Lucy, lass o Nancy's,
She waur nicest lass in town
Her cheeks were red as roses
And her merry eyes were brown
And Tom he often watched her
And as she went abaht
He longed to tell her all he thowt
But he didn’t know where to start
Now they'd all gone on a picnic
As far as Bolton woods
And they'd asked Shy Tom to join them
As nobbut reet they should
And they laughed & joked
As young folks will do
When they chanced to look across
To where Shy Tom sat by hissen
And then chap at side o Lucy
Laughed and addressed her thus
“Lucy I bet that darn’t go
And give Shy Tom a kuss"
Now a more modest lass ‘n Lucy
To find you may go far
But that challenge roused her sperit
And she said "I bet I dar’'
And oft she went,
And Tom he saw her coming
Up to art seat
And he wondered what she wanted
And brek out in a sweat
But she cam up cloise aside him
And not a word she spak’
She flung her arms around his neck
And kussed him such a smack
Tom gasped & she looked foolish
For that kuss had thrilled them through
And they looked at one another
Not knowing what to do
And Lucy’s face grew red
And bright as setting sun
And she turned around
And made as if she’d run
But Tom waur quick and grabbed her
While she cried out “Let me go”
But he held her all the tighter
And said “Nay lass, noan so!”
Then while others shrieked with laughter
And Lucy could have cried
He got his own kuss again
And two or three beside
Then latter on he saw her home
And neath love’s magic spel
lHis shyness seemed to vanish
And he came out of his shell
And it weren’t long afore he asked her
To walk by his side through life
And today you’ll find no happier pair
Than Shy Tom & his wife
Edited by - Gunn on 09/03/2008 5:08:49 PM
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Callunna
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Posted - 04/01/2008 : 21:06
How/where did you find the missing lines, Big Bertha? (Nolic will no doubt call you Pistol, you see)
I was going to post a reply saying that I once heard a similar folksong where there was a sort of joke (which wore a bit thin after the umpteenth verse) because of the sound of Shy Tom's name ("Sh*te", if you'll pardon the vulgarity which many of you will know is not like me at all...)
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moh
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Posted - 09/03/2008 : 20:37
Put it to music Cally
Say only a little but say it well |
belle
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Posted - 10/03/2008 : 08:47
Something that went missing from my father's stuff was a very large book of Lancashire dialect songs. I loved that book ,and was often struck as to how similar the words were to the south west scottish dielect words I lived amongst. the only fragment in my memory now is a song about a lad named Robin
"and it's oh yon Robin, yon Robin
his 'een ne'r twinkled so breet
as they did when he shewed me
that little gowd ring,
he slipped on my finger last neet"
or words to that effect!
Life is what you make it |
gearce
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Posted - 15/09/2009 : 10:39
Is this the one Belle?
YESTERNEET. (YESTERDAY NIGHT)
I geet up a-milkin' this mornin',— (I got up for milking this morning)
I geet up afore it wur leet; (I got up before it was light)
I ne'er slept a minute for thinkin' (I never slept a minute for thinking)
What Robin said yesterneet; (What Robin said yesterday night)
I've brokken two basins i'th dairy; (I've broken two basins in the dairy)
I've scoaded my gronny wi' tay; (I've scalded my grandmother with tea)
It's no use a tryin' a-spinnin'— (It's no use trying for spinning)
My wheel's eawt o' trim to-day. (My wheel is out of trim today)
Chorus.
It's oh, yon Robin, yon Robin; (It's oh, that Robin, that Robin)
His e'en e'er twinkle't so breet, (His eyes never twinkled so bright)
As they did when he meazur't my finger (As they did when he measured my finger)
For th' little gowd ring last neet. (For the little gold ring last night)
Eawr Dorothy's singin' i'th shippon; (Our Dorothy is singing in the cowshed)
Eawr Jonathan's leawngin' i'th fowd; (Our Jonathan is lounging in the fold)
Eawr Tummy's at th' fair, where he lippens (Our Tommy is at the fair, where he expects)
O' swappin' his cowt for gowd; (Of swapping his colt for gold)
My gronny's asleep wi' her knittin', (My grandmother is asleep with her knitting)
An' th' kittlin's playin' wi' th' yarn; (And the kitten is playing with the yarn)
Eawr Betty's gone eawt wi' a gallon (Our Betty has gone out with a gallon)
To th' chaps at their wark i'th barn. (To the chaps at their work in the barn)
Chorus.
But oh, yon Robin, yon Robin; (But oh, that Robin, that Robin)
His e'en e'er twinkle't so breet, (His eyes never twinkled so bright)
As they did when he meazur't my finger (As they did when he measured my finger)
For th' little gowd ring last neet. (For the little gold ring last night)
Th' lasses an' lads are i'th meadow; (The lasses and lads are in the meadow)
They're gettin' their baggin' i'th hay; (They're getting their afternoon meal in the hay)
I yer 'em as leetsome as layrocks, (I hear them as lightsome as skylarks)
I'th sky ov a shiny day; (In the sky of a shiny day)
But, little I care for their marlocks; (But little I care for their frolics)
I dunnot want them for to see, (I do not want them to see)
Though I'm fitter for cryin' than laughin', (Though I am fitter for crying than laughing)
There's nob'dy as fain as me. (There is nobody as pleased as me)
Chorus.
For oh, yon Robin, yon Robin. (For oh, that Robin, that Robin)
His e'en e'er twinkle't so breet, (His eyes never twinkled so bright)
As they did when he meazur't my finger (As they did when he measured my finger)
For th' little gowd ring last neet. (For the little gold ring last night)
When I crept into th' nook wi' my sewin', (When I crept into the corner with my sewing)
My mother looked reawnd so sly; (My mother looked round so sly)
Hoo know'd I could see across th' coppice, (She knew I could see across the grove)
Where Robin comes ridin' by; (Where Robin comes riding by)
Then hoo coom to me, smilin' an' tootin', (Then she came to me smiling and peeping)
An' whispeiin', "Heaw doesto feel? (And whispering "How do you feel?)
Dost think I should send for a doctor?" (Do you think I should send for a doctor?")
But, th' doctor hoo knows breet weel. (But the doctor she knows bright well)
Chorus.
It's nought i'th world but Robin. (It's nothing in the world but Robin)
His e'en e'er twinkle't so breet, (His eyes never twinkled so bright)
As they did when he meazur't my finger (As they did when he measured my finger)
For th' little gowd ring last neet. (For the little gold ring last night)
My feyther sits dozin' i'th corner, (My father sits dozing in the corner)
He's dreamin' o'th' harvest day; (He is dreaming of the harvest day)
When Robin comes in for his daughter, (When Robin comes in for his daughter)
Eh, what'll my feyther say? (Eh, what will my father say?)
Th' rosebuds are peepin' i'th garden (The rosebuds are peeping in the garden)
An' th' blossom's o'th apple tree; (And the blossom is on the apple tree)
Oh, heaw will life's winter time find us,— (Oh how will life's winter time find us)
Yon Robin o' mine, an' me? (That Robin of mine and me)
Chorus
For oh, yon Robin, yon Robin. (For oh, that Robin, that Robin)
His e'en e'er twinkle't so breet, (His eyes never twinkled so bright)
As they did when he meazur't my finger (As they did when he measured my finger)
For th' little gowd ring last neet. (For the little gold ring last night)
Then, hey for kisses an' blushes, (Then hey for kisses and blushes)
An' hurryin' to an' fro; (And hurrying to and fro)
An' hey for sly, sweet whispers, (And hey for sly sweet whispers)
That nob'dy but me mun know! (That nobody but me must know)
Then, hey for rings, an' ribbins, (Then hey for rings and ribbons)
An' bonnets, an' posies fine! (And bonnets and posies fine)
An' eh—it's o' in a flutter,— (And eh it is all in a flutter)
This little fond heart o' mine! (This little fond heart of mine)
Chorus.
For oh, yon Robin, yon Robin. (For oh, that Robin, that Robin)
His e'en e'er twinkle't so breet, (His eyes never twinkled so bright)
As they did when he meazur't my finger (As they did when he measured my finger)
For th' little gowd ring last neet. (For the little gold ring last night)
The words in parenthesis to the right are my translation ...... I hope I have got most of it correct.
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all  |
belle
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Posted - 15/09/2009 : 11:05
That's the one!
Life is what you make it |
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Shy Tom
