HAM/05/32/26	The Lass Of London City
HAM-02-237.gif	Hammond's field notes - tunes
HAM-01-689.gif	Hammond's field notes - words
HAM-05-069.gif	Purslow's transcription - tune
HAM-05-070.gif	Purslow's transcription - words
HAM-05-071.gif	Purslow's transcription - words - broadside

HAM-02-237.gif	Hammond's field notes - tunes
[left of title:] Dorian 530
[title:] ' 'Tis not my gold watch' (?) [the question mark is Hammond's]
[right of the title:] Mrs Russell [feint:] of Upwey
[there is a leader line from bar 14 to 3 extra bars, below the tune, and the text:] or ends
[below and right of the extra bars:] Words D VII. p.90 [unclear]

HAM-01-689.gif	Hammond's field notes - words
[above and left of title:] Tune 530
[title:] Fragt.
[right of title:] D794. Russell
Tis not my gold watch nor my money I value
Tis not my gold watch nor my money I crave
Five guineas she demanded & the money was granted
But all been in vain for she was a maid.

HAM-05-069.gif	Purslow's transcription - tune
[left of the title:] 530.
[title:] Lass of London City.
[below and right of title, on sticky label:] D794
[right of label:] Mrs. Russell, Upwey
[extra 3 bars at end, alternative ending, introduced by text:] or ends:
[initialled at end of last stave:] FEP

HAM-05-070.gif	Purslow's transcription - words
THE LASS OF LONDON CITY.
[written on a label, below title:] D799

Note-book D.VII. p.70.		Mrs. Marina Russell,
					Upwey, Dorset.
					Jan/Feb. 1907.

'Tis not my gold watch nor my money I value,
'Tis not my gold watch nor my money I crave,

Five guineas she demanded and the money was granted,

But all been in vain for she was a maid.

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Hammond notes the above as one complete verse without title.
They are, in fact, parts of three verses of "The Lass of
London City".
				F.E.P.
See broadside text attached.

HAM-05-071.gif	Purslow's transcription - words - broadside
THE LASS OF LONDON CITY.
[to the right of the title, on a label:] D794

Broadside by Pitts, Seven Dials, B.M. 1875 d 5. p.32.

As I was a-walking one fine Summer's morning,
One fine summer's morning, oh! I heard many say,
That a lass neat and pretty, one of London City,
Her cheeks were like roses, her clothing was gay.

Oh! I stepped up to her and thinking to view her,
Saying, "Where are you going, my fair pretty maid?"
Many kisses I vended and love I pretended,
But all was in vain for she was a maid.

"I must not, I dare not, I will not, I shall not,
Submit to your passions for I am afraid,
Should my friends then discover I have a new lover,
Oh! then they would call me a wanton young jade."

Hearing these words made me more anxious than ever,
To think I could purchase such a pretty fair maid,
Five guineas she demanded, the money was granted,
Supper being over I put madam to bed.

Now I being tired and weary of drinking,
No [sic] I being tired and weary of game,
Then I fell a-nodding and she fell a-robbing,
She quitted my chamber before it was day.

I turned round to kiss her and suddenly I missed her,
I looked for my kickster that lay under my head,
But she'd robbed and she'd plundered, I roared out like thunder,
But all wasin vain for madam had fled.

Oh! 'tis not my gold watch nor my money I value,
It's not my gold watch or my money I crave,
But I'm afraid some young doctor will be my conductor,
I wish I never had seen this fair maid.

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