HAM/05/32/34	The Death Of Parker
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HAM-05-087.gif	Purslow's transcription - tune
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[left of title:] 539
[title:] 'Death of Parker'
[right of title:] Mrs Russell of Upwey
[words under staves]
[after tune:] Words D.VII. p 73.

HAM-01-692.gif	Hammond's field notes - words
[page nunmbered, top right:] 73.
[opposite words, on verso leaf:] See Songs ot the W. p. 47 & Note
[above and left of title:] Tune 539
[title:] The Death of Parker.
[right of title:] D802. Russell
Ye gods above, protect the widow
Look with pity down on me
Help me, help me, out of my trouble
And my sad calamity
Parker was a wild young sailor
Fortune to him has not proved kind
Although he was to be hung for unity (mutiny)
Worst than he was left behind.

Parker was my lawful husband
My only bosom friend so dear
When at the point of death he suffered
they wouldn't me let come him come a-near
I oftentimes asked I oftentimes tried
Three times o'er & o'er again
But still they replied you must be denied
You must go your way alone

Then I saw the yellow flag flying
Signal for my poor husband to die
The guns were fired as they required
To hang him on the yard-arm so high
Then the boatsman did endeavour
To row me on shore without delay
Where I stood waiting like a mermaid
To carry the corpse of my husband away

HAM-01-693.gif	Hammond's field notes - words
[page numbered, top right:] 74.
The mourning coach O! there was waiting
And up to London we drove with speed
There we had him decently buried
A funeral to him was preached indeed
Now my grief & trouble's all over
He is free from grief and pain
I hope his soul in heaven is resting
Where I do hope I shall meet him again

So fare well, Parker, my bright angel
Once thou wast a lady's bride
Although we did not die together
Separated we must bide.

HAM-05-087.gif	Purslow's transcription - tune
[left of the title:] 839.
[title:] Death of Parker
[to the right, and below the title, on a sticky label:] D.802
[right of the label:] Mrs. Russell, Upwey
[initialled, bottom right:] FEP

HAM-05-088.gif	Purslow's transcription - words
THE DEATH OF PARKER.
[below title:] D802
Note-book D.Vii. p.73.
[on the right:]Mrs. Marina Russell,
Upwey, Dorset.
Jan/Feb. 1907.

Ye gods above, protect the widow,
Look with pity down on me,
Help me, help me, out of my trouble,
And my sad calamity,
Parker was a wild young sailor,
Fortune to him has not proved kind
Although he was to be hung for unity, (mutiny)
Worst than he was left behind.

Parker was my lawful husband,
My only bosom friend so dear,
When at the point of death he suffered,
They wouldn't me let come him come a-near.
I oftentimes asked, I oftentimes tried,
Three times o'er & o'er again,
But still they replied you must be denied,
You must go your way alone.

Then I saw the yellow flag flying,
Signal for my poor husband to die,
The guns were fired as they required,
To hang him on the yard-arm so high,
Then the boatsman did endeavour,
To row me on shore without delay,
Where I stood waiting like a mermaid,
To carry the corpse of my husband away.

The mourning coach oh! there was waiting,
And up to London we drove with speed,
There we had him decently buried,
A funeral to him was preached indeed,
Now my grief & trouble's all over,
He is free from grief and pain,
I hope his soul in heaven is resting,
Where I do hope I shall meet him again.

So fare well, Parker, my bright angel,
Once thou wast a lady's bride,
Although we did not die together,
Separated we must bide.

See "Songs of the West" p.156 and note. (H.E.D.H.)

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