HAM/05/32/11	Sweet Lemminy
HAM-02-229.gif	Hammond's field notes - tunes
HAM-05-035.gif	Purslow's transcription - tune
HAM-05-036.gif	Purslow's transcription - words
HAM-05-037.gif	Purslow's transcription - words

Again, the words "Fair Lemminy" do not occur in Hammond's notes.

I have also found HAM-01-682	Hammond's field notes - words
[above title:] ----- D779 T. 507
[title:] Fragt. "Hark! say the fair maid".  Russell
Hark!" says the fair maid" the nightingales are singing
The larks they are taking their flight up in the air
The small birds & turtle-doves on every bough are building
The sun is just a-glimmering; Arise, my dear
                                  lov-y
Arise, my fair one & pick your love a posy
One of tthe finest flowers that in the garden grows
Tis I will pick ye posies both lily-white pinks & roses
There's none so sweet a flower as the lad I love.
                    ======
Oh! why should my true love be bannishèd from me
Or if he should die I shall never see him more
It is my cruel parents that look so slight-a-ly on me
Because of the colour clothes that my love wears

HAM-02-229.gif	Hammond's field notes - tunes
[opposite the tune, on the left-hand (verso) leaf we find:]
No 507. In notes an a variant of this tune in, I think,
'A Garland of Country Song', [S Baring Gould & H Fleetwood Sheppard]
the musical editor comments
upon the abrupt ending, of his tune. Here is a similarly
abrupt ending, but the tune seems to be Mixolydian. The
B-natural occurring only in the ascending scale. It is, however,
a most pleasant tune to hear sung.
[tp left of the title:] Mixolydian? 507
[title:] Hark says the fair Maid
[to the right:]Mrs Russell
[there are words beneath each staff, but presumably in pencil, so too feint to read]

HAM-05-035.gif	Purslow's transcription - tune
[to the left of the title:] 507
[title:] Leman day [crossed through] LEMADDY [crossed through] Sweet Lemminy 
[below the title, on a sticky label:] D779
[to the right of the label:] Mrs. Russell, Upwey
[below the tune:] cf Savoureen Deelish (A.G.G.?)
[page initialled:] FEP

HAM-05-036.gif	Purslow's transcription - words
[title:] Lemaday [crossed out] LEMAN-DAY [crossed out] Sweet Lemminy 
[below title on sticky label:] D779
[apart from a footnote, the rest is typed]
Note-book D.VII. p.65. 	Mrs. Marina Russell,
				Upwey, Dorset.
				Jan/Feb. 1907.
"Hark!" says the fair maid, "the nightingales are singing,
The larks they are taking their flight up in the air,
The small birds and turtle doves on every bough are building,
The sun is just a-glimmering; arise, my dear.

		                    (love-y)
Arise, my fair one and pick your love a posy,
One of the finest flowers that in the garden grows,
'Tis I will pick ye posies, both lily-white pinks and roses,
There's none so sweet a flower as the lad I love.
			==//==
OH! why should my true-love be banished from me, l
Or if he should die I shall never see him more,
It is my cruel parents that look so slight-a-ly on_me,
Because of the colour clothes that my love wears.

The last verse does not belong to this song. [crossed out]
								F.E.P.
[handwritten:]
See copy of Pitts broadside attached!

Note by H.E.D.H. on music mss.
"In notes on a variant of this tune is, I think, 'A Garland of Country
Song', the musical editor comments upon the very abrupt
ending of this tune. Here is a similarly abrupt ending, but the
tune seems to be Mixolydian, the B-naturals occurring only in the
ascending scale. It is, however, a most pleasant tune to hear sung."

HAM-05-037.gif	Purslow's transcription - words
[This is presumably the copy of Pitts broadside that FEP mentioned]
[in hand, top right:] Dt.779

SWEET LEMMINY.

Ref: Bodleian Firth b 26. p.l52. 		Pitts.
As I was a~walking one fine Summer's morning,
The fields and the meadows were green and gay,
The birds sweetly sung so sweet and adorning,
So early in the morning by the break of day.

Its hark, O bark how the nightingale is singing,
The lark she has taken her flight in the air,
On every green bough the turtle dove is building,
The sun is just glimmering, arise my dear.

Arise, arise and get met my love a posy, 		(Presumably a misprint
The sweetest flower that grows in yonder grove, 	for "gather")
I will pluck them off sweet lillies, pinks and roses,
All for my Lemminy whom I do love.

O Lemminy thou art the fairest creature,
All on her spinnet so sweetly she does play,
That I will play a tune all on the pipes of ivory,
So early in the morning by the break of the day.

Its why should they banish my true love from me,
Why should she die and I never more her see,
Because that her parents set so slightly on her,
All for the white robes which she should wear.