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06 Nov 09 - 10:09 AM (#2760848) Subject: Lyr Req: Feckless Willy Northhumberland song From: skarpi hallo all , I am listin to a cd called Mike Tickell/Warksburn song of Northumberland and its border. one of the songs Feckless Willy song no 2 on the cd , is very good tune and I was wandering if any one knew something about the song and if someone has the lyric and the tune it self. I have tryed to find on google but with no luck yet . sl all the best Skarpi Iceland |
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07 Nov 09 - 05:01 AM (#2761387) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Feckless Willy Northhumberland song From: skarpi refresh |
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07 Nov 09 - 04:31 PM (#2761714) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Feckless Willy Northhumberland song From: Little Robyn Hi skarpi, I can't find the song either but Mike Tickell seems to be the father of Kathryn Tickell, the Northumbrian piper. There's a list of her recordings here and some include Mike. If no-one at mudcat can give you the information you seek, try contacting Kathryn to ask her. Good luck, Robyn |
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08 Nov 09 - 05:37 AM (#2761974) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Feckless Willy Northhumberland song From: peregrina Warksburn is a great CD. I'll post the words in the next few days. |
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08 Nov 09 - 11:57 AM (#2762143) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Feckless Willy From: peregrina Feckless Willy track 2 on Mike Tickell's CD: Warksburn: Songs of Northumberland and its Borders (1994) Feckless Willy is by Cumbrian dialect poet Robert Anderson Wee Willy dwells on yonder hill And Willy he has daughters twee [two] But nought could feckless willy dee To get them sweethearts will you see. Meg, she looks both reet and left [right] Her eyes they bore a body through And Jen is deef and dumb and daft And ne'er a man comes there to woo. The neighbours winked, the neighbours jeered, The neighbours ____ed on them with scorn And many's the wicked trick they played On Meg and Jen baith neet and morn [both, night] As Willy he went ae day to walk, He kicked at summat with his shoe And Willy glowered and Willy scowled 'Gottus [?]' quoth he 'what have we now?' Willy's counted out six score pound And back he's run with nimble heel And while's the hour is sure akeekt [?] As though he's dealing way the deal. And Willy he's bought a reet snug hoose And Willy he's bought a bit a' land And Meg and Jen are trig and pruce [?] Since he the yellow pokey [?] found. Nay meer the neighbours wink and jeer But all shake hands with him, Ah trow [I think] And ilk yen talks of William's gear For Willy's changed to William now. And some come East and some come West As men come many a mile to woo And Meg looks straight and Jen has sense Aye, we all can see what gear can do. Ye rich men, aye, ye lie ba reet Ye poor men, aye, ye lie be ran Let wise men say what e'er they like It's money makes the mare te gan. CD notes say that Mike Tickell learned the song from his father, whose family was Cumbrian. |
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08 Nov 09 - 12:36 PM (#2762163) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Feckless Willy Northhumberland song From: Mick Pearce (MCP) The original (from Anderson's Ballads In The Cumbrian Dialect) is pretty close and I'll try and post it later. In the meantime here's the missing bits from the original: "Guide us!", quoth he, "what ha'e we now?". And back he ran wi' nimmle heel, [nimble] And aye he owre his shou'der glym'd, [look obliquely/squint] And thought he'd dealins wi' the de'il. And Meg and Jen are trig and crouse [tight and lofty/haughty] Sin he the yellow pwokie fan. [poke found] Ye rich fwok aw, ye'll aye dui reet; Ye peer fwok aw, ye'll aye dui wrang; Mick |
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08 Nov 09 - 01:27 PM (#2762200) Subject: Lyr Add: FECKLESS WULLY (Robert Anderson) From: Mick Pearce (MCP) Here's the original version. (I gave the title of the book incorrectly above - it's Cumberland not Cumbrian). Although tunes are specified for many of the ballads, there is none for this. There are no notes either. (If anyone has problems with the dialect and want glosses for particular words let me know - as the book title says there is a glossary!). Mick BALLAD XXVIII FECKLESS WULLY (Robert Anderson) Wee Wully wuns on yonder brow, And Wully he has dowters twee; But nought cud feckless Wully dui, To get them sweethearts weel to see. For Meg she luik'd baith reet and left, Her een they bwor'd a body thro'; And Jen was deef, and dun, and daft, And de'il a yen come there to woo. The neybor's wink'd, the neybors jeer'd The neybors flyr'd at them in scworn, And monie a wicked trick they play'd Peer Meg and Jen, beath neet and mworn, As Wully went ae day to wark, He kick'd a summet wid his shoe; And Wully glowr'd, and Wully girn'd, "Guide us!", quoth he, "what ha'e we now?" And Wully cunn'd owre six scwore pun, And back he ran wi' nimmle heel, And aye he owre his shou'der glym'd, And thought he'd dealins wi' the de'il. And Wully's bought a reet snug house, And Wully's bought a bit o' lan; And Meg and Jen are trig and crouse, Sin he the yellow pwokie fan. Nae mair the neybors wink and jeer, But aw shek hans wi' them, I trow; And ilk yen talks o' William's gear, For Wully's chang'd to William now. And some come east, and some come west, And some come monie a mile to woo; And Meg luiks straight, and Jen has sense, And we aw see what gear'll dui. Ye rich fwok aw, ye'll aye dui reet; Ye peer fwok aw, ye'll aye dui wrang; Let wise men aw say what they will, It's money meks the meer to gang. July 3, 1803 Source: Ballads In The Cumberland Dialect chiefly by R.Anderson, with Notes and a Glossary. The remainder by various authors. 1870. |