Poetry Pleases: Love In Lincolnshire
Thelma Bandy's poem features an extraordinarily lively Linclolnshire lass.
(Based on A Lincolnshire Poacher)
When I was just a teenage lass in rural Lincolnshire
I got a reputation cos I loved a glass of beer.
I truly loved my glass of stout so I got big and strong.
I’d take on all comers at wrestling arms; I never could go wrong.
No, I’d take on the lads at arm wrestling; I never could go wrong.
The lads would come from far and near to try their strength on me,
But it didn’t matter who tried it on, they rapidly would agree
That I was The Champ for miles around. They didn’t stand a chance.
Yes, I’d grab their hands and pin them down; I led ‘em a merry dance.
I’d just beat them all and pin them down; I led ‘em a merry dance.
Then one day were a newcomer, a bonny shepherd boy.
I took one look and me heart just stopped - it really was a joy.
I weedled him round the back of the barn and let nature take its course.
And he took me home later that night on the back of his old farm horse.
Yes, we rode home together later that night astride his old shire horse.
Well the marriage takes place on Saturday and we’ll have such a time.
I’m delighted to say this shepherd boy will then be utterly mine.
We’re settling down in the cottage here, up by the side of the lea,
And come Springtime there instead of two, there is gonna be three.
And come Springtime there instead of us two there is gonna be three.
