I try to to write in different styles and genres. So you will find a selection of varied songs Written and Performed by John Dean. Also a selection of Traditional Lancashire/Yorkshire Folk songs and some Sea shanties/sea songs.
Oh the sea mist rolls in o'er the Gorse and the grasses. Secretly shrouds everything as it passes. Lying here on the clifftop the old stones are calling The cries of the birds and the sound of the sea. [Chorus] Autumns pass by and winter turns to Spring time. I'll never forget that day by the sea All through my living and when I am dying. Thats when I'll think of thee. My love lies besides me as the sun beats on down. The harbour lights up and reaveals the old town. Come take my hand, we can lie here forever. Soar on the wind, like souls from the sea. [Chorus] Bones standing Guard no matter the weather. Sea songs ring out to haunt me forever. [chorus]
Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, It's all for me beer and tobacco. For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin, Across the western ocean I must wander. I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed, Since first I came ashore from me slumber, For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know, Far across the western ocean I must wander. Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, It's all for me beer and tobacco. For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin, Across the western ocean I must wander. Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots, They're all gone for beer and tobacco. For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about And the soles are looking out for better weather. Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, It's all for me beer and tobacco. For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin, Across the western ocean I must wander Where is me shirt, me noggin', noggin' shirt, It's all gone for beer and tobacco, For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn, And the tail is looking out for better weather. Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, It's all for me beer and tobacco. For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin, Far across the western ocean I must wander. I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed, Since first I came ashore from me slumber, For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know, Far across the western ocean I must wander.
Thanks Edward, I have to agree. I guess by putting all aspects, it should acheive a wider search result. Thanks again for commenting its most apprecaited
i forgot to say this six years ago but this song helped me find my singing voice again so i would like to say thank you so much for helping me to sing again and now i'm doing so well on the app STARMAKER . again thank you so much for helping me.
The first time I met you I had, inclination to hold your hand You came to rescue me, you come alive, for a lonely, lonely heart Daylight crept in like a thief in the night. You shut your eyes to keep out the light We tried to hold on to the moment, as it slowly flickered away So sing, Sing our Song, sing from the heart like this fire you see. For in the morning the north winds will scream. To take us away, away from our dreams Sunshine dancing on air, your loving shines through the glare You burn my heart and you burn my soul, and you use my love as fuel I hear the waves crash on the shore, searching for a life before. I still go to that place in our eyes, a place where love never dies Shadows pass by like a clock, the passage of time as a madman rocks I still feel the love you gave I'll take to to my grave
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I know dialect is dying out but be glad you have it. I grew up in Berkshire where the idea of regional identity and speech is pretty much extinct. I hope to discover our lost dialect. The accents are decently documented, at least.
Gay is gai llke an aye with a g at the front. I'm Lankie, lived in Scotland for forty years. Same word. 'real, really' in this usage. Bugger however, has never translated to the Scots as in Lancs and Yorks.It's affectionate there, but not north of the border.
In my original dialect: Well, t' owd Johnny Beggar he lived be himself, as long as he ad perfect health. Then one dey 'i took im a wife, for to look after im fo t' rest o is life. I do believe, I do believe Owd Johnny Beggar were a gay owd beggar, an a gay owd beggar were he. Nar owd Mrs. Beggar shi ad a gammy leg, an t' doctor ordered her to bed. He cald fo Johnny an hi spekd to im, tha'll ha to rub tha owd wife's leg wi t' gin. Singing I do believe, I do believe, Owd Johnny Beggar were a gay owd beggar, an a gay owd beggar were he. Nar owd Johnny Beggar he thought it be a sin, for to rub is owd wife's leg wi t' gin. So i' got hod o t' gin an teemed it darn is throttle, and he rubbed is owd wife's led wi t' bottle. Singing I do believe, I do believe. Owd Johnny Beggar were a gay owd beggar, an a gay owd beggar were he. Nar owd Johnny Beggar went leckin that day, and darn bi t' canal he appen' to stray. He fell in an appened to shart, but there wa no beggar theer for to help t' owd beggar art. Singing I do believe, I do believe. Owd Johnny Beggar were a gay owd beggar, an a gay owd beggar were he. Well t' lord med bees, an t' bees med 'oney. An lord med greed an man med money. O t' lord med divil an t' divil med sin. An they ad to dig an oil fo to put t' owd beggar in. Singing I do believe, I do believe. Owd Johnny Beggar were a gay owd beggar, an a gay owd beggar were he.
I’m from North Lincolnshire and it is a shame how the accents are dying out, the only closets accent to the Yorkshire accent is the one I like to call the ‘brute’ accent as it’s only spoken by young men and it’s very deep and annoying, it is a shame, personally I blame the change in demographics and the deliberate destruction of English culture and folklore, but I’m proud that you are still keeping it alive
Well you can blame an increase in mobility. The increase in mobility that didn’t solve poverty and only made people able to work in service jobs in the Home Counties at an even higher rate and remove traditional industries (except farming). It also comes down to the destruction of our culture as a whole as you said. There are certain economic policies that could be used to decrease the need for commuting, but that won’t stop young people from not caring for their regional identity. It hurts as a young person but at least there are some people who recognise this and would support our regional traditions being revived and preserved.
i was wondering if i could nightcore this song john if you say yes i promise you i will send a link so you can have a look for yourself but if you say no i understand
@@piontybird thank you very much for allowing me to nightcore your song and here is a link to that video ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-OE-srcdNdIg.html
@@MinecraftRick Thank you for pointing that out. It’s sad that you can’t enjoy anything anymore without people commenting about it from a misguided and bigoted “us vs. them” worldview. I live in the US, and I’ve never been quite so embarrassed and demoralized by the words and actions of my “fellow” citizens than I have been for about the past eight years. Intolerance, injustice, and ignorance have become the coin of the realm.
Twas meant not to offend but for your ear to lend Just be thee 'sen and live and let be Together by the fire in beautiful Yorkshire are we Regards we send to ye Wherever ye may be
i remember as a lad being in school we spoke our parents tongue keeping the old way of saying sommat but our teachers attempted to correct us on our talk, it was something not sommat, it was nothing not nout, speaking in a more dictionary way, but we kept saying it all till they stopped, being from hull we lost our yorkshire tongue in place of a hullish one, loosing old words for a plain way of talk to make the old jobs on thee boats and factories easier and faster, tiss a loss but atleast we kept some old identity, being that most are being wiped out
Thanks for the comment, I remember the same, but was lucky to have a teacher who said most of these dielects were Norse which got me interested at an early age in Dialect.
tis grand to hear a song in the old dialect, you can hear the old Germanic and and Danish, Yorkshire and Lancashire retaining the historical vocabulary well, taa lad, its a grand listen
Well old Johnny Buccah he lived by himself, As long as he had perfect health Then one day he took himself a wife For to look after him for the rest of his life. [chorus] Singing I do believe, I do believe Old Johnny Buccah was a gay old buccah And a gay old buccah was he Now old Mrs. Buccah she had a bad leg And the doctor ordered her to bed He called for Johnny and he said to him You'll have to rub you're old wife's leg with gin. Singing I do believe, I do believe Old Johnny Buccah was a gay old buccah And a gay old buccah was he. Now old Johnny Buccah thought it would be a sin To rub his old wife's leg with gin So he got the gin and he poured it down his throttle And he rubbed his old wife's leg with the bottle Singing I do believe, I do believe Old Johnny Buccah was a gay old buccah And a gay old buccah was he. Now old Johnny Buccah went walking that day And down by the river he happened to stray He fell in and he began to shout But there's no bugger there to pull the bugger out. Singing I do believe, I do believe Old Johnny Buccah was a gay old buccah And a gay old buccah was he. Oh the Lord made bees and the bees made honey And the Lord made a man of the man who made honey Oh the Lord made the devil and the devil made sin And they had to dig a hole for to put the bugger in. Singing I do believe, I do believe Old Johnny Buccah was a gay old buccah And a gay old buccah was he.
There's no need to explain. The word in the song as originally sung, as I heard it from Jack Elliot of Birtley was 'Old Johnny Bugger were a gey owd bugger'. According to Chambers 'gey' (pronounced somewhere between 'gay' and 'guy') is a Scottish word, although I've heard it both in the Morth-East and parts of Yorkshire. One of its meanings is something approximating to 'very', certainly acting as an adverb of degree, but in that sense it would attach in this lyric to 'old', so it is more like what we might say in Yorkshire, 'He were a reight owd bugger', attaching itself to the entire noun phrase 'owd bugger'. Since genuine dialects are now being gradually ironed out though, it's no surprise that it morphed into 'gay', which might clearly be seen as offensive, especially when found in the same phrase as 'Bugger'. It's still my contention that all the other versions of his name, Booker, Buckle, and even Pucker, were euphemisms for the original more direct version.
@@piontybird Gay in this sense is t' same as saying "reyt". As in, "he were a reyt owd beggar." Meaning "he was a friendly, happy, or great old man." Bugger, or beggar is a friendly thing to say. Source: I spek owd Tyke - I speak old Yorkshire.
Whooping not into temptation, Steadfast bread basket, Rising slowly shall hear the last squeak of spring. Look out, look out its behind you Oliver. No sorry Hat stand is allowed
Gloop I Implore thee, take heed the shoe horn. Periscopal rings of jam shall not pass. Utterly and Zestfull were they queezed. A pinging ensued slowly at first but later it stopped. Snial force 10 and rising. Scrotes and Trones weighed in balance doth sneeze to its call but bellow when wapped up to 7.
