Probably singing that great British classic ‘My Life is a Bowl of Cherries (Despite being Working Class).’ Butterworth and the vicar are just pausing to listen in case he’s doing the more controversial ‘Eat the Rich’ version, in which case he gets put in the village stocks.
I think the chap in footnote 2 is singing some less than subtle song about plucking cherries and sowing seed that Butterworth thinks is actually about farming and gardening.
The Reverend Sabine Baring-Gould was another collector. he spotted and didn't publish many of the bawdier songs he collected. Some slipped through, though (oo er missus). Lots of ploughing...
He’s probably most famous today for writing the hymn “Onward, Christian Soldiers” Also, at one point he taught classes with a live bat on his shoulder.
Cherry Ripe, Cherry Ripe, I'm poisoning the viiiiiicarrrr:). Underneath the Archers of course. The stuff above though - Shropshire lad kept rearing his whatever lads rear and I'd meant to obtain and read. Not being fond of war poetry or people sobbing in their grave, I'm glad I haven't. It might be considered excellent verse etc, but in this context I'm rather more repsectful of Gussie, for his folk tune collecting. That I'd like to neb at. Out of all those 'composers' he's the only one who can hold a tune, in my shabby opinion.
It is none the less an interesting insight into how the world was, which is one of my favourite subjects. To study that is, and moreso the 1920s - 50s. Laurie Lee "As I walked Out', Eluned Lewis 'Dew On The Grass', that sort of thing.
A well rounded piece though, this. To reflect on their quality of life (and longevity or rather shortgevity) and skills and trades that are vanished. We say war is futile, but how would we be now if everyone rolled over to Hitler/Cromwell? Ah, in the latter case he did give us Thatcher, Johnson et al, the lesser of two weavils...
Probably singing that great British classic ‘My Life is a Bowl of Cherries (Despite being Working Class).’ Butterworth and the vicar are just pausing to listen in case he’s doing the more controversial ‘Eat the Rich’ version, in which case he gets put in the village stocks.
You work, you save, you worry so but you can't take your dough when you go, go, go
I think the chap in footnote 2 is singing some less than subtle song about plucking cherries and sowing seed that Butterworth thinks is actually about farming and gardening.
My mind works in a similar way. I am put in mind of a song which begins - The Duke of Bridgewater, he had a pretty daughter..."
The Reverend Sabine Baring-Gould was another collector. he spotted and didn't publish many of the bawdier songs he collected. Some slipped through, though (oo er missus). Lots of ploughing...
He’s probably most famous today for writing the hymn “Onward, Christian Soldiers” Also, at one point he taught classes with a live bat on his shoulder.
Cherry Ripe, Cherry Ripe, I'm poisoning the viiiiiicarrrr:). Underneath the Archers of course. The stuff above though - Shropshire lad kept rearing his whatever lads rear and I'd meant to obtain and read. Not being fond of war poetry or people sobbing in their grave, I'm glad I haven't. It might be considered excellent verse etc, but in this context I'm rather more repsectful of Gussie, for his folk tune collecting. That I'd like to neb at. Out of all those 'composers' he's the only one who can hold a tune, in my shabby opinion.
It is none the less an interesting insight into how the world was, which is one of my favourite subjects. To study that is, and moreso the 1920s - 50s. Laurie Lee "As I walked Out', Eluned Lewis 'Dew On The Grass', that sort of thing.
A well rounded piece though, this. To reflect on their quality of life (and longevity or rather shortgevity) and skills and trades that are vanished. We say war is futile, but how would we be now if everyone rolled over to Hitler/Cromwell? Ah, in the latter case he did give us Thatcher, Johnson et al, the lesser of two weavils...