The Lambton Worm
Created | Updated Dec 23, 2002
As you approach Sunderland, should you ever need to, you might be surprised to find a greek temple high on a hillside and visible for miles around.
Built in 1844 by Thomas Pratt in memory of John George Lambton 1st Earl of Durham, Penshaw Monument stands on Penshaw Hill, pronounced Pensher locally and in the song 'The Lambton Worm'.
A translation of the song and/or local yarn tells how the young Lambton skipped out of going to church one Sunday to go fishing. Catching only a worm and apparently without considering using it as bait, he chucked it down a well.
He would later return from a middle eastern crusade to find his worm had grown to such monstrous proportions as to be going around eating cows, sheep and small children, after which it would wrap itself seven times (some say ten) around the aforementioned Penshaw Hill.
How Lambton recognised it to be the same worm neither the song nor the alledged legend explains but as luck would have it, a witch was on hand with advice on how to kill the worm. This involved not only wading into the river wearing a suit of armour, but also meant killing the first living thing he saw afterwards.
Lambton senior, it is said, tried to be a bit clever and released a dog as a potential sacrifice but was in fact (?) himself seen by his son, who although given to chucking worms down wells, could not bring himself to kill his father. This failure, according to the witch, meant that "the lords of Lambton would not die in their beds for nine generations"
That the said Lords beat the curse by refusing to leave their beds is of course, pure fable.
The Lambton Worm
(you might want / need to get someone from the north-east to help with pronunciation)
One Sunday morn young Lambton
went a-fishin' in the Wear;
An' catched a fish upon his huek,
He thowt leuk't varry queer,
But whatt'n a kind a fish it was
Young Lambton couldn't tell.
He waddn't fash to carry it hyem,
So he hoyed it in a well.
Chorus
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs,
Aa'll tell ye aall and aaful story,
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs,
An' Aal tell ye 'bout the worm.
Noo Lambton felt inclined to gan
An' fight in foreign wars.
He joined a troop o' Knights that cared
For neither wounds nor scars,
An' off he went to Palestine
Where queer things him befel,
An' varry seun forgot aboot
The queer worm i' the well.
Chorus
But the worm got fat an' growed an' growed,
An' growed an aaful size;
He'd greet big teeth, a greet big gob,
An' greet big goggle eyes.
An' when at neets he craaled aboot
To pick up bits o'news,
If he felt dry upon the road,
He milked a dozen coos.
Chorus
This feorful worm wad often feed
On calves an' lambs an' sheep,
An' swally little bairns alive
When they laid doon to sleep.
An' when he'd eaten aal he cud
An' he had has he's fill,
He craaled away an' lapped his tail
Seven times roond Pensher Hill.
Chorus
The news of this most aaful worm
An' his queer gannins on
Seun crossed the seas, gat to the ears
Of brave an' bowld Sir John.
So hyem he cam an' catched the beast
An' cut 'im in three halves,
An' that seun stopped he's eatin' bairns,
An' sheep an' lambs and calves.
Chorus
So noo ye knaa hoo aall the folks
On byeth sides of the Wear
Lost lots o' sheep an' lots o' sleep
An' lived in mortal feor.
So let's hev one to brave Sir John
That kept the bairns frae harm
Saved coos an' calves by myekin' haalves
O' the famis Lambton Worm
Chorus
Noo lads, Aa'll haad me gob,
That's aall Aa knaa aboot the story
Of Sir John's clivvor job
Wi' the aaful Lambton Worm
