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‘I Would This War Were Ended’ (‘Aw Wod This War Wer Ended’) by William Billington
Blackburn Times October 10th 1863

This piece by the famous Blackburn poet William Billington was originally written in quite heavy dialect and is composed in a fairly close ‘ballad meter’, which in poetic terms means alternating four and three beat lines in iambic pentameter. The rhymes also alternate, and this is one of Billington’s more song-like poems. The density of the dialect is deliberate in that there is an attempt to shore up the authenticity of this as a representation of working-class expression. Lines such as ‘Some forrud foos ull rant reet herd’ (‘Some forward fools will rant right hard’) cleverly incorporate dialect terms and pronunciations with more traditional poetic devices such as alliteration.

Not only does this poem blend the usual personal account of financial hardship with commentary on the geopolitical situation, but it provides an example of the ways that different publication contexts can affect the decisions a poet makes in terms of the ideological position of the text. There are two versions of the last stanza of this poem, with the first newspaper publication reading like this:

Some tokes for t’ North, an’ some for t’ South,
Wi’ o smooth an’ oily tung,
Bud iv they’d sense they’d shut their meawth,
For boath on ‘em’s i’ t’ wrung!
An’ it’s nooan reyt to let em feyt, ---
If t’ world hes wisdom --- lend id,
To set these two crookt people streyt,
An’ then t’ war ud be ended!
And the second version, published long after the Cotton Famine in Billington’s collection Lancashire Songs, with Other Poems and Sketches in 1883, reads like this:
Some factory maisters tokes for t’Seawth
Wi’ a smooth an’ oily tongue,
Bud iv they’d sense they’d shut their meawth,
Or sing another song;
Let liberty nod slavery
Be fostered an’ extended-
Four million slaves mun yet be free,
An, then t’ war will be ended.

There is a clear difference here, with the first version much more equivocal regarding the nature of the American conflict, and suggesting that there are divided loyalties among ordinary people in Lancashire. The second version introduces a wholly new abolitionist message, and directs censure at the factory owners, suggesting a class divide in North-South support which is entirely absent in the first. If the second version was really first published in 1883, then its historical revisionism is all the more questionable, as it is attributed with an 1862 composition date.

The second, abolitionist, version of this text is one of eleven Cotton Famine poems which feature in Brian Hollingworth’s Songs of the People: Lancashire dialect poetry of the industrial revolution (Manchester: Manchester University Press, 1977), the most significant anthology of such works during the twentieth century. For this reason Faustus and I agreed that we would proceed with this version for the musical setting, but make people aware of the alternative. Another decision we made with regard to this piece is to ‘Anglicise’ it; in effect, to translate it from its original dialect form in order to make it more accessible to modern audiences. This is not intended to deny its original form in any way but we felt a musical setting in dialect would be a distraction in this case from the detail and sentiment of the piece. William Billington was one of the most popular Lancashire dialect poets of the Victorian period and there are plenty of recordings of people reciting his work in the original dialect.

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I Would This War Were Ended
(words: William Billington; music: Paul Sartin)

Nobody knows what we’ve been through
Since the factories stopped at first,
And how much life’s been wasted too,
And how much brass we’ve lost;
I try sometimes to reckon up,
But counting cannot mend it;
When I sit down with nowt to sup
I would this war were ended!

A body’s lifetime’s not so long
Not them that lives the longest;
So doesn’t it seem sadly wrong
For th’ healthiest and strongest
To give three whole years’ pith and pride
To rust and ruin blended,
And raving upon the loss beside
I would this war were ended!

A decent chap will do his best,
And out of what he’s earning
Get the oldest son in trade, and the rest
Of the lads a bit of learning;
But if he’s out of work; well then,
Unscholared, unbefriended,
His children grow up into men
I would this war were ended!


Now I fear neither dun nor bum,
With all their kith and kin:
They’ll fetch nowt out of the house, by gum,
Because there’s nowt left in.
I’m nearly weary of my life,
And couldn’t, if I’d spend it,
Get scran for the kids, myself, and the wife.
I would this war were ended!

Some talks for t’ North, an’ some for t’ South,
With a smooth an’ oily tongue,
But if they’d sense they’d shut their mouth,
For both of ‘em’s in the wrong!
An’ it’s not right to let em fight, ---
If the world has wisdom --- lend it,
To set these two crooked people straight,
An’ then the war would be ended!

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