This poem, attributed to Gordon Nicholl, describes the demise of Bulgill Colliery in about 1910.
West Cumbrian Version Bulgill’s buggert marra Wukken out cum’s fast If thou gits t’backshift in That cud be thee last T’Powney’s gone till Riser T’Ingins gone till t’seals Thompson’s up afoort t’boss Fer pinchun six inch neals Tyson’s gone till Buthy Cass till Outerside Uncle Joe’s at Number Fower An Tom’s at Number Five Bulgill’s buggert marra Just a wa’ o stean Divent ga ’till Buthy Thoo’s better off at yam. 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. |
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