Old Johnny Bugger Traditional Lancashire/Yorkshire folk song by John Dean 

We use the word 'bugger' the same in Buckinghamshire..... those of us that still have the accent, that is.... not many of us left!

I have in the past been called 'Bugger-Lugs' by my old Dad.

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.

In this woke world this song totally cracked me up. Thank you so much.

I quite like this version. Thankyou. R.

love it

I know this probably wouldn't mean anything, but I am currently modelling an army for this war game called A Very British Civil War, and in accordance with my Emperor of Lancashire forces (as I'm a Lancashire lad) this tune is their tune for marching and such 😀

Shirley Collins on her 'Lodestar' album sings 'Old Johnny Buckle'.

What a refreshing change

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.

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.

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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.

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A bit picky I know but you sing "was he". Cetainly in Lancashire it would be 'were he'. Otherwise fab.

Eye I'm the same

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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.

who's here from Walton 😂

Covid anyone?

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