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The Income Tax Author(s): J. F. R. Stainer Source: The Musical Times, Vol. 55, No. 853 (Mar. 1, 1914), pp. 165-166 Published by: Musical Times Publications Ltd. Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/906260 Accessed: 01-12-2015 22:33 UTC Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at http://www.jstor.org/page/ info/about/policies/terms.jsp JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. Musical Times Publications Ltd. is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to The Musical Times. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 141.233.160.21 on Tue, 01 Dec 2015 22:33:40 UTC All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions THE MUSICAL TIMES.-MARCH I, 1914. 165 It's forthe wanto' pocketmoney I heard 'em say it werewomen's day And forthe wanto' cash So I thoughtI would just look o'er, Mak's manya bonnyladdie I knewit werecolliers' lass. reckoning Gar leave his bonny At neetafore. For I am bound to go, mylove, t'Saturday Whereno one shall me know, When I get there,there were nowt astir, And the bonnylassie's answer But thingsdid altersoon, Will be Ay, no, no, no no. For womencoom rollingby dozensat once Will be Ay, no, no, no, no, mylove, That Mondayafternoon. Will be Ay, no, no, no, no. I'll cut off locks myyellow Owd women weredrest And gang along withthee, they verygrand And be thyfaithful comarade But younguns granderstill, In some foreigncountree. And keysswung round on theirfingers Oh, stayat home,my bonny lass, Like the sails of a windymill. And dinnagang awa, Old clothes did For littledost thouknow shopsthey surround, And laid bare Of the dangersof the war ; pegs they soon, And the bonnylassie's answer While Tom and me wereworking hard Will be Ay, no, no, no, no. That Mondayafternoon. Ex. 3. I watch'dtheir ways in the marketplace Until I weredry as a stick, And thenI wentto the CheshireCheese I once went to Law-ton to sweetheart a lass, Folks To see 'em in 'Twas a land drab-ly road, and I went a gay shack; It pop quick. They firstpopped in and thenpopped out With facesas red as the moon, And theysmooth'd their lips quite unconcern'd said that the fa - ther 'ud see af - ter t'brass. That Mondayafternoon. come on to rain, but I did - nt turn back. CHORUS. At half-pastfive there were such a rush I shall neverforget the shock, like Nay, not a bit of it, Nay, not I, I These womenthey flew lightening, Shoutingout it's six o'clock. Our Ben '11be come whenI get whoam, And thenhis clumsyshoon ne'er care for wea - ther, be't rain - y or dry. U1 come in contactwith my poor shins This Mondayafternoon. Close to Manchester, and probably not many miles fromits the none too nice birthplace, followingballad, that in sentiment a hawked in the streets half a One of the humours of ballad collecting is (of type tend was committed to as it came time-honouredoral pieces, by act of transcription, century ago), paper just Thus the or the fromthe mouth of an elderly songster who had a ready to become copyright. writer, Musical voice and a sure ear. Those who are conversant with Times, actually secures the copyright of the songs have not the same the printed ballads, such as the famous collection quoted (provided others gleaned in mere fact of them. But the which Halliwell gave to the Chetham Library, will field) by the publishing not so as it for no law in know that such things were often written to any old restrictionis grave sounds, air which fitted. No is claimed for the the land can hinder anyone from listening to my antiquity and it is far fromnew : reaper, weaver, or huntsman, or fromtranscribing present piece ; yet certainly catch publishing their songs. But they must first Ex. 4. their hare. Law only says they must not snatch mine. If musical readers will only be alert to ply pen or On Mon - morn - we broke down At th' day ing pencil, or to make judicious use of the phonograph, airs and ballads such as these will be found readily -3- forthcoming throughout the North of England. Some of the countrysingers make one doubt whether fac - to - ry where I spin, So I went home; it folk-song is a thing even now quite dead, since they not uncommonly have an original composition or two up their sleeve. were so fine, I could - na stop with - in, I THE INCOME TAX. drest me up in my se-cond best, put on my Sun - day shoon, BY J. F. R. STAINER. CHORUS. The Income Tax, of which we are likely to hear a ----- -- good deal shortly, is not, one would think, a theme And I took a walk up Old - ham Street, That that lends itself readily to musical treatment; but it With a fa la la la, fa la la, fa has been the subject of at least one song, a song written as long ago as I8oo00,by Charles Dibdin the younger, and sung by a Mr. Davis at Sadler's Wells which was advertised in Mon - day af - ter. noon. in the course of a programme la la la fol ay. the daily Press as follows. This content downloaded from 141.233.160.21 on Tue, 01 Dec 2015 22:33:40 UTC All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions 166 THE MUSICAL TIMES.-MARCH I, 1914. Under the Patronageof His Royal Hz?qhness No moreneed be said, I think,by way of introductionto The Duke of Clarence. the song except that 'the Minister'was Pitt,and that the word'plum' in the fourthverse is or used to be commercial fora sumof fIoo,ooo. The musicwas SADLER'S WELLS. slang publishedby Clementi& Co., Cheapside,but I am sorryto say that I have notbeen able to come acrossa copyof it. On Mondaynext, August 18, 18oo, and followingEvenings (forpositively the last week) 'THE INCOME TAX.' THE OF THE ELBE. SPIRITI Ye quidnuncsso queer, who throughpolitics trudge it And mumbleeach crustof the Minister's Mr. Grimaldiwill sing a favouriteComic Song. budget, Of all the variousways he discoveredto link'em, An entirenew Musical Bagatelleby C. Dibdin,jun., called Don't you thinkhe did thejob in the Tax upon Income? Lord, how the great folks must come down with the THE BLACK PIG; or, LADY'S HOBBY-HORSE. clinkum, Whenthe he goes roundfor the Tax upon Income. Afterwhich Mr. Davis will sing a new Comic Song gem'man C. called (writtenby Dibdin, jun.) 'Twould be drollif this tax tythe-in-kindshould be collected, THE INCOMIE TAX. Then fromlawyers, you know,justice couldn't be expected%! The proctorstheir payment in testamentsthey'd make it, An entirenew Comic PantomimeDance by The doctorspay in physic-butwho the deuce would take it? Mr. Gouriet,called I'll tell you who we'd give it to, 'twould save us all our clinkum, THE HIGHLAND A SOLDIER FOR ME. CAMP; or, To thegem'man who goes roundfor the Tax upon Income. Mr, Richer's inimitableperformances on the Shouldthe ask the barber's he'd latherhim, TIGHT ROPE. gem'man tythe, mayhap,Sir, The wholeto concludewith the celebratednew Pantomime The cobler too for tythein kind would give his worship by C. Dibdin, jun., called strap,Sir, The baker'd give him shortweight, whene'er he chose to CHAOS, or H-ARLEQUIN PHAETON. call, Sir, was then he'd him with Comic and a most Except the baker churchwarden, give Interspersed Singing, including noneat all, Sir, uncommonvariety of Mechanicaland Magical Transforma-For we know no mcre what churchwardensdo with the tions, replete with Whim and Originality; and in most clinkum and diversified of superb interestedly arrangement Scenery, Than the gem'manwho goes round for the Tax uponIncome. combiningthe most prominentCharacteristics of Novelty, and Natural To conclude with a Magnificence Effect. Our citsare worthso our noblestoo including, Transitionfrom the celebratedRuins of the manyplums, Magical Temple Their contributionssure would make a national of the Sun, at Balbec in Persia, to a most exquisiteFancy plum of that a pudding, Temple Luminary,forming complete Of whichour foesto get a slice would try,ne'er doubtthe CLIMAX OF BRILLIANCE. question, But they find our Britishdumplings too hard for their digestion, Boxes, 4s. Pit, 2s. Gallery, Is. And but forthese, cooked by our tars,we'd have but little clinkum For thegem'man who goes roundfor the Tax upon Income. Doors to be opened at half-pastfive, and begin at half-past six. Servantsto keep places until half-pastseven. The May the incomesof therich ne'er be taxed by venality, half-priceadmission at half-pasteight o'clock. But the incomesof the poor enlargedby theirliberality ; the tax of war's terrible One of the 'turns' introducedin or May outgoingscease, Sir, 'Chaos, Harlequin And Britonsbe blestby the incomeof peace, Sir ; Phaeton,' was a 'Mock Italian Air by Mr. Dubois, Till then our tarsmake our foesfind the clinkum on the salt-box Mr. Grimaldi' may accompanied by (!). For thegem'man who roundfor the Tax Income. A tax on income was still a novelty. It was first goes upon imposed in 1799, when the countrywas strainingevery nervein the Frenchwars, and Ministerswere at theirwits' Charles Dibdin, junior, the author of the song, was end to devisenew meansof raisingmoney.