Caroline Hughes Sheep-Crook and Black Dog (MTCD365-6)
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Caroline Hughes Sheep-Crook and Black Dog (MTCD365-6) CD One: CD Two: 1 If I Only Had the One I Love 1:43 1 Green Grows the Laurel 1:27 2 Sheep-Crook and Black Dog 1:39 2 Henry My Son 2:02 3 The Game of All Fours 2:49 3 Billy Boy 0:56 4 I Don't Want A Girl 0:56 4 The Rich Farmer From Chesfield 2:21 5 All Over Those Hills 1:46 5 I Was A Reckless Young Fellow 0:27 6 The Atching Tan Song 0:47 6 The Irish Girl 0:38 7 The Banks of Sweet Dundee 1:04 7 Betsy 1:05 8 Barbry Ellen 3:02 8 In My Father's Garden 1:22 9 The Bird in the Lily Bush 1:43 9 The Prentice Boy 3:51 10 Betsy the Milkmaid 1:38 10 Jel Along 2:05 11 If I Were a Blackbird 2:53 11 The Jew's Garden 1:34 12 A Blacksmith Courted Me 2:41 12 The Jolly Herring 2:36 13 The Blue Eyed Lover 2:19 13 The Blue Jacket 0:31 14 The Bridgwater Farmer 4:35 14 The Little Ball of Twine 1:10 15 I Am a Brisk Young Lad 0:30 15 The Little Chimney Sweep 1:49 16 Buttercup Joe 1:23 16 Little Poppa Rich 0:31 17 The Butcher Boy 2:36 17 Bold Dollery 0:25 18 Catch Me If You Can 0:45 18 Young But Growing 1:00 19 Clementine 0:48 19 Bold Robert Emmet 0:55 20 On a Cold and Winter’s Night 1:59 20 Mandi Went to Poov the Grais 0:30 21 The Cows is in the Clover 1:08 21 McCaffery 1:38 22 The Cuckoo 2:33 22 My Boy Willy 0:31 23 Diddling Song 0:58 23 My Love Cold Beneath My Feet 1:18 24 Fair Wackford Street 1:17 24 The Broomfield Hill 1:41 25 Erin Go Bragh 0:55 25 The Broomfield Hill 1:30 26 Erin Go Bragh 1:35 26 The Lady and the Soldier 3:51 27 Fair Ellen 2:01 27 Two Pretty Gypsy Girls 0:46 28 The False-Hearted Lover 1:40 28 The First day in October 1:29 29 The Folkestone Murder 0:57 29 The Old Riverside 3:14 30 We Dear Labouring Men 1:04 30 Old Tom Cat - Rackymandoo 2:47 31 Irish Molly-O 1:10 31 Once I Had A Colour 1:40 32 Georgie 2:37 32 Johnny Doyle / The Green Bed 1:23 33 The Girl I Left Behind 1:16 33 Child's Rhyme 0:18 34 Still I Love Him 0:47 34 The Oyster Girl 0:57 35 Flash Gals and Airy Too 1:12 35 The Green Bushes 1:36 36 Go and Leave Me 0:28 36 Riddle 0:44 37 All You Paddies Lay Down 0:46 37 Three Long Steps 2:10 38 The Pretty Ploughing Boy 1:04 38 The Little Beggar Boy 2:25 39 Once I Had a Good Little Boy 3:22 39 Sweet William 0:44 40 The Running, Running Rue 2:50 40 Twenty-One Years 2:14 41 The Jealous Lover 1:19 41 The Three Butchers 1:33 42 The Famous Flower of Serving Men 4:43 42 Bell Bottom Trousers 1:53 Total: 73:39 43 Died For Love 2:04 44 Final Speech 1:34 45 Space - fragments: 0:10 46 Lord Bateman 0:18 90 tracks, 142 minutes 47 The Dark Eyed Sailor 0:11 48 Brennan On The Moor 0:14 49 The Black Velvet Band 0:28 Total: 69:00 This legendary Gypsy singer is thought by many to be the finest exponent of the art. In addition, we have a few songs from her husband, brother-in-law, daughter, and Emily Baker, another singer in their Traveller group. These are the rarely heard 1963 and 1966 recordings made by Ewan MacColl, Peggy Seeger and Charles Parker, which we're proud to make widely available for the first time. All Caroline Hughes' best-known songs are here, plus eight never before heard, which have been allocated new Roud Numbers. If the fragmentary nature of some of her songs displease you, just enjoy the wonderful tunes, the variable verse lengths, long and short lines, and her brilliant musicianship. Caroline Hughes time wasted and trouble caused by a handful of dirty, filthy, unhygienic, 1900 - 1971 scrounging non-entities. Not unnaturally, the Travellers at first greeted us with suspicion and hostility. Caroline Hughes (née Bateman) was born in 1900 in a horse-drawn caravan in Bere Nevertheless, they were prepared after some argument to discuss our request to Regis, Dorset. record them. After a short debate they decided that we should be allowed to record the matriarch of the tribe, Mrs Caroline Hughes, or ‘Queen Caroline’, as they called “My mother's name was Lavinia Bateman and my father was Arthur Hughes. I was her. one of seventeen children. My parents worked all their lifetime to bring we up clean and respectable. My father was a rat-and-varmint destroyer. We could bide This remarkable old lady who, several years earlier, had been permanently crippled anywhere, and was respected with anybody. My father had a good name and a good by a hit-and-run driver, was carried down the steps of her horse-drawn caravan and character. My mother worked hard, use to go hawking to get a living in a seated on a mound of cushions placed on the ground. She was immediately straightforward way. Never done no wrong. Never been had up for stealing, robbing, surrounded by several younger women, some of whom were her daughters, and by lived a straight life ... I started to go hawking with my mother, time I got up old enough, a score of young children. A short distance away, three or four men were dickering then I went to school ‘til I was ten year old. Then I took off with my mother to get my for a horse, a process in which ritual disinterest and a sharp exchange of insults living, just like all my sisters did. And I grew up to get married and I knew how to get alternated with disconcerting suddenness. Another nearby group was engaged in my living.” dismantling an old car, while on our left several women were busy sorting out a huge pile of rags into three separate heaps. And, of course, there were the dogs and the “I met my husband arter he done three years in France a-fighting. When he come endless roar of passing traffic. back he had a long tarry in hospital. We never courted long before we got married. I was married two years and five month before I had my first child. After that I had When we visited Mrs Hughes four years later her health was such that the interview three children in three year and seven month. I knowed how to take the basket on had to be conducted at her bedside. The reduction in the number of onlookers was my arm to get my own living honest. I didn't want teaching. I knowed to get my living merely a relative one. In addition to ourselves and Mrs Hughes, nine other people working on a farm, doing things straightforward. My children used to help me go out were packed into the interior of her little caravan. This kind of communal participation in the field to pull docks ... I been out in the fields hoeing all day and come back and characterised all the recording sessions which involved English and Scots Travellers. done my girt tubs o' washing. I was proud o' that, and done it until I turned fifty-three. Essentially, there was no 'audience-performer' relationship established during these Then I met with an accident, which turned me an invalid for nine years. This car sessions. Indeed, there was virtually no 'audience'. Instead, there were a number driver, he ran straight on and never stopped. Never mind ... I left that to God.” of individuals each of whom could, on occasion, act as custodian of the group's collective memory. As far as the singers were concerned, we - the collectors - were “Don't I wish they old times would come back again ... where we used to go and have entirely incidental to the proceedings, mere observers of a community rite. a drink at a public house, all come back on the old common, singing, hang on our pots of girt big suety puddings, hocks o' bacon, pigs heads ... we done nice then. The high esteem in which Mrs Hughes was held was due, to some extent, to the fact We was all healthy, never much illness amongst the family. Farmers come round, that she was the oldest woman in her community and grandmother to more than half talking with our fathers and mothers. We children playing with their children. Dancin', the children on the site. But it was also because she was regarded as the Singer of playin' gramophone records, tap-dancin', clog-dancin'. You could stay anywhere ... the group - though as far as we could judge almost everyone else in the community not today. The world's turned upsidedown part, you can't do as you like. It's a knew the stories and themes of her songs well enough to prompt her with an opening different law.