HAM/05/32/08	Tarry Blue Trousers
HAM-02-228.gif	Hammond's field notes - tunes
HAM-01-681.gif	Hammond's field notes - words
HAM-05-029.gif	Purslow's transcription - tune
HAM-05-030.gif	Purslow's transcription - words

HAM-02-228.gif	Hammond's field notes - tunes
[title:] Tarry blue Trousers
[below title:]
	[to the left:] Dorian? 503
	[subtitle:] 'The boy with the red striped\
	                                          > trousers '
	                               Tarry blue/
	[to the right:] Mrs Russell of Upwey
[below tune, feintly:] Words D VI. p53 [indistibct - might be 62]
 
HAM-01-681.gif	Hammond's field notes - words
[on a page with] 62. [written in the top right corner]
[above the title:] Tune 503  D.776
[title:] Fragt. of the 'Tarry blue trousers'
[to right of title:] Russell.

As I walked out one Midsummer's morning
To view the fields & to take the air
There I beheld a tender mother
Talking to her daughter dear

Oh! daughter, dear daughter I'd have thee to marry
No longer lead a single life
Oh mother, dear mother I'd much sooner tarry
Tarry for my sailor bride

My mother she'ld have me to marry a landsman
No! a landsman I never will have
                            or red-striped	
Bring to me the lad with the tarry blue trousers
Shine to my eyes like diamonds bright.
or.
Neither will I marry with any other
         or soldier
Whilst my sailor bides true to me

A soldier & a sailor
They will ramble to some foreign land
Then they will leave you quite broken-hearted
Full of grief & pain & woe.

HAM-05-030.gif	Purslow's transcription - words
[all typed except where noted]
TARRY BLUE TROUSERS.
[by hand, on a sticky label:] D776
Note-book D.VII. p.62.		Mrs. Marina Russell,
					Upwey, Dorset.
					Jan/Feb. 1907.

As I walked out one Midsummer's morning,
To view the fields and to take the air,
There I beheld a tender mother,
Talking to her daughter dear.
Oh! daughter, dear daughter, I'd have thee to marry,
No longer lead a single life,
Â· Oh! mother, dear mother, I'd much sooner tarry,
Tarry for my sailor bride.

My mother she'd have me to marry a landsman,
No! a landsman I never will have,
Bring to me the lad with the tarry blue*trousers,
Shine to my eyes like diamonds bright.
or			*or red-striped.
Neither will I marry with any other,
Whilst my sailor bides true to me.
(or soldier)

A soldier and a sailor,
They will ramble to some foreign land,
Then they will leave you quite broken-hearted,
Full of grief and pain and woe.

HAM-05-029.gif	Purslow's transcription - tune
[to left of title:] 503.
[title:] High Germany
[below, and to the right, in hand on a sticky label:] D775
[to the right of label:] Mrs. Russell, Upwey

[This material prepared by P J Headford, Oct 2010]