Wednesday, 26 June 2019

Felton Lonnin - sung in the Northumbrian dialect

First of all - listen to this lovely song by the High Level Ranters (one of my favourite folk groups back in the day). The song in 3/4 (boom-chacha; waltz time), followed by the same tune sped-up as a jig (diddly-diddly; 6/8).

Singer is Johnny Handle; instrumentation is whistle and accordeon (3/4); changing to Northumbrian pipes, fiddle and accordeon (6/8).

The song is in Northumbrian dialect, as it is spoken to the north of Newcastle. So, see if you can make out what the song is about just from listening


Now, listen again with the following 'crib' - I've translated the dialect:

Felton Lonnin - Felton is a village in Northumberland, a lonnin is a lane

Now the kye [cows] came home but I saw not my hinny, [term of endearment]
The kye came home but I saw not me bairn.[child]
I'd rather lose all the kye than lose my hinny,
I'd rather lose all the kye than lose my bairn.

Fair faced is my hinny, his blue eyes are shining,
His hair in curled ringlets all sweet to my sight.
So mount the old pony and gan [go] and seek after him
Bring to his mammy her only delight.

Now he's always out roaming the long summer days through,
He's always out roaming away from the farm,
Hedges and ditches and valleys and fellsides [hillsides].
I hope that my bairnie has taken no harm.

I've searched in the meadow and in the four acre
And stockyards and byers [animal sheds] but nothing did I find.
So, off you go daddy, and look for your laddie
And bring to his mammy some peace to her mind.


...So, this is a mother whose young child is prone to wander and has gone missing from the farm, singing to her husband to get-on the pony and go-out and 'seek after' (ie. find) him.