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I wakened up one mornin' I ached in every bone | 09-Mar-13

Enquirer is trying to find a poem written in Yorkshire dialect that their mother used to recite to them.  It includes the lines:

I wakened up one mornin' I ached in every bone
My 'ed felt very wammy, felt almost like a stone.
Tha's gotten influenza' that's what our Sammy said.
And nowt'll put thee straiter than a day or two in bed.

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I dont read emails every day so any communications may take a day or two.

My aunty recorded this for me many years ago - quality of recording is poor but understandable.

mp3 version available if interested.
Paul Bryars

Further to comment 1

I've sent for thee aunt Maria
Who daren?t acome afore
And slapped me on a poultice
As big as cupboard door

She made a pan of gruel
Enough for twenty men
And when you got your tantrams full
You couldn?t get your breath

She filled a gallon bottle
Chock full of boiling watter
And put it into bed
To make me sweat she said

When cark flew out
And wet all bedding through
Well I wasn?t half a tick tack in up and out of bed
And gave aunt Maria a smack a?side of y?ead

She went and told scores of neighbours
And we aint spoken since.

Apologies to all Yorks dialect readers - better to listen to recording which I will send via e-mail if required.

Paul Bryars

Found this 'correct' version - No Author attributed.

Ah wackened oop one mooarnin'I ached in every bohan.
Mi eead it felt reet wammy.It felt ter weigh a stooan.
"Tha's gotten t'influenza!"that's wot ahr Sammy said,
"And nowt'll put thi reet but a day or two i' bed.
I'll fetch mi Aunt Maria. She'll help ter pull thi through
For she's had a rhand a lately so she'll know just wot ter do."

And she come
Just after dinner,-she couldn't come afooar,
An' she clapped me in a poultice as thick as t'coobud dooar.
Yer can talk abaht yer scaldin's and fowks bein' burned ter deeath,
That poultice licked 'em other. Ah couldn't get mi breeath.
She made a pan o' gruel,enough fo' twenty men,
An' when ah'd ad me fill she finished rest hersen.
She got a gallon bottle and stuffed it in ter t'bed
Chock full o' boilin' watter, - to mek mi sweeat - she said.
Ah'd 'ardly got settled a minute, 'appen two,
When cork flew aht o' t'bottle, and sooaked all t'beddin' through,
Ah won't 'alf a tick tack i' jumpin' aht o' t'bed,
An ah fetched mi Aunt Maria a'claht at t'side at t' ead.
She nipped 'old o' mi toppin' an' gi' mi face a slap,
Picked oop 'er shawl an' bonnet, an' went off in a flap.
She's telt a scooar o' t' neighbours, for she doosen't care a pin,
But she's ne'er crossed our thresh'old, and we've ne'er spocken sin.

Paul Bryars

Have just recorded my 84 year old mum, born in
Goldthorpe, reciting this poem. Given she has dementia it's amazing that she can remember her version. It's similar, but not identical to those I've just read on this site.
Judi Tarn

Would like full version of this poem which my mother in law used to recite.
Shirley Perkins

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