Joe Saunders

Also known as Joe Jones, Sharper’s Joe Jones.

Joseph Saunders, 1878 (?) – ?

Stephen Sedley recorded a number of songs from the Gypsy singers Joe and Lena Cooper, camped near Edenbridge, and it was they who suggested he should visit Joe Saunders; indeed, their son Bert accompanied Sedley on his first visit, to show him the way.

The Coopers were insistent that I should record their kinsman Joe Saunders [Sedley records in a footnote “I think he had one or two spare names; one was Ridley”]. Joe’s caravan, which he shared with his grown-up daughter Liza, was stationed on farmland on Biggin Hill with the agreement of a friendly farmer. I visited him there at least twice in 1965-7.

 Joe was a veteran poacher (I suspect he paid rent in the form of an occasional hare or pheasant). He was also a bird-breeder. He told me that as a boy he would teach a canary to sing a linnet’s note, then use it as live bait to trap a linnet. The offspring were sterile and hence known as mule-birds, but they were superb singers. ‘You could get five pound for one at the big houses.’ It’s at least possible that he also bred fighting cocks.

Liza had a superb voice, but she preferred to sing Jim Reeves classics that she’d learnt from the radio. Joe wouldn’t sing a note without a quart of cider, but once this was provided he was unstoppable. His songs, as the tapes illustrate, were in large part the classic English rural repertoire, enhanced by Irish rebel songs (‘Kevin Barry’) and subversive army songs (‘McCafferty’). Their fit with the traditional repertoire can perhaps be best seen from the use made of them in two anthologies, The Seeds of Love (1967) and Who Killed Cock Robin? (2021, with Martin Carthy).1

Sedley – who found himself defending Gypsies in court on more than one occasion – notes that Joe Saunders “had the unusual good fortune of a year-round standing for his caravan on a friendly farmer’s land on Biggin Hill, so he was safe from harassment”.2

Piecing together any kind of biographical picture of Joe Saunders has proved very difficult. Stephen Sedley believes that Joe had been in the army as a young man, and that he might have been aged around eighty at the time that he met him.3 Based on this information, one possible match is found in a Militia Attestation dated 31st December 1900, where a 22-year-old Joseph Saunders from Croydon in Surrey was signing up to serve in the 3rd Battalion, East Surrey Regiment. His residence was given as 82 Wilford Road, Croydon, his trade or calling was shown as Costermonger, and his most recent master was a Mr McDonell of Croydon. Looking at the Census records for 82 Wilford Road in 1901 – just a few months later – we find that the Head of the Household is William Saunders, aged 41, whose occupation is Hawker.  Living with him are his wife Mary Ann, and eight children, the two eldest of whom are also shown as Hawkers. Ten years earlier, in 1891, William and Mary Saunders were living at 17 Union Street, Croydon. At the same address were four sons, aged from five to ten, but Joseph was not among them, nor has any record of his birth or baptism been located as yet. There is absolutely no guarantee that this is the same person as the Joe Saunders whom Stephen Sedley met in the 1960s, but no more likely match has so far been found.

The situation is further complicated by the fact that the singer who Mike Yates recorded in the 1970s as Joe Jones (aka “Sharper’s Joe”) appears in fact to be Joe Saunders, under a different name. It is not simply that those songs recorded from Saunders / Jones by both Sedley and Yates share the same tunes and words, but comparison of the recordings suggests that it’s the same singer – albeit, almost a decade on, sounding rather older.

Yates appears to have recognised this: there are recordings in his collection where the performer is labelled as “Joe Jones “Sharper’s Joe” 1966.03.26 Biggin Hill, Kent”.4 Listening to these recordings, it is clear that they are identical to those made of Joe Saunders by Stephen Sedley; not only that, but the date and location tally exactly with those of Sedley’s recordings.

In the same way as Joe and Lena Cooper had pointed Stephen Sedley towards their kinsman Joe Jones, Mike Yates was directed to Sharper’s Joe by a Gypsy called Joe Cooper (whom I have assumed, perhaps incorrectly, to be the same Joe Cooper as Sedley had recorded).

The first gypsy that I met was Joe Cooper, an old man who had parked his trailer in a country lane near to where I live. I saw him one afternoon sitting bolt upright on a wooden chair which had been conveniently placed by the side of an open wood fire. Joe was cleaning a fiddle and I could hear him humming a tune to himself as he went about his work. The fiddle provided a mutual topic of conversation and, before long, we were talking like long lost friends. On the subject of songs I found Joe to be somewhat reticent. He sang me three or four, but confessed that his heart really wasn’t in the singing, explaining that he had just lost his wife and that songs had meant a great deal to her. Anyway, he said, why didn’t I go and see ” Sharper’s Joe ” who was only camped a few miles away. He would certainly oblige.

And oblige he did. I met Joe Jones within the week and discovered that his father’s name was Sharper — hence his own nickname ” Sharper’s Joe” — and that, although aged about ninety, he was only too willing to sing. In fact, once started it was almost impossible to get him to stop! On one memorable October morning I switched on a tape recorder and recorded the following songs: Van Dieman’s Land. The Box Upon Her Head. The Farmer of Chester. King William and the Keeper. Shooting Goshen’s Cock Ups. I Wish, I Wish. The Banks of Sweet Primroses. Hares in the Old Plantation. Brian O’Lynn. The Banks of Claudy. In Thorneymoor Park. Brennan on the Moor. John Barleycorn. It soon became apparent that Joe was not only a singer but an expert story teller, a non-stop riddle teller and a champion toast master as well. His favourite toast runs like this:

Lending and spending and giving away
Are the three easiest things you can do in a day.
But working and labouring and earning your own
Are the three hardest things that man’s ever known.
Here’s to the man that’s industrious.
Here’s to the man that works hard for his brass
And never denies his own country.5

Writing in the 1975 Folk Music Journal, which included transcriptions of three of Joe’s songs, Mike Yates wrote

Although now in his nineties, Mr Jones has a good memory. In his youth he was a poaching companion of the late George “Pop” Maynard of Copthorne6

George Maynard was a well-known singer from Sussex, recorded in the 1950s and early 60s by Peter Kennedy and Ken Stubbs7. There are at least two songs – ‘Shooting Goshen’s Cock-Ups’ and ‘William Taylor’ (‘You Subjects of England’), both poaching songs – which were found in the repertoire of both Pop Maynard and Joe Jones.

Yates’ recordings of Sharper’s Joe were made between 1973 and May 1975. It’s worth noting that, if he really was born in 1878, he must have been aged around 97 when the last of these recordings were made, and was still in remarkably fine voice.

Included in the 1975 FMJ article was a full list of the songs that Yates had now recorded from Joe. Several of these recordings subsequently appeared on the Musical Traditions CD, Here’s Luck to a Man… released in 2003. In the CD booklet Yates wrote

Joe Jones, or ‘Sharper’s Joe’ – after his father, Sharper Jones – (or even ‘Joe Cooper’ as I heard him addressed on one occasion) and his wife Lena were living in an old caravan on a site at St Mary Cray, Kent.  Whenever I called, Joe would be squatting over an outdoor fire, no matter whatever the weather, and all of my recordings were made outdoors.  On one occasion, when we were constantly being interrupted by children, we retreated to the edge of a nearby wood.  As I set up my mike stand I felt something tapping my shoe.  Simultaneously Joe began to frantically point and shout and it was only when I looked down that I noticed that I had stepped backwards onto a rather sleepy adder.  Luckily the fangs failed to cut through the shoe and no damage was done.8

This paints a vivid picture. But it creates yet more confusion for anyone trying to unpick the details of these Gypsy singers. While Mike Yates talks about Joe living with his wife, Lena, Stephen Sedley makes no mention of Joe’s wife, saying only that he lived with his daughter Liza. Meanwhile the recordings on Here’s Luck to a Man… ascribed to ‘Lena Jones’ are definitely those made by Sedley in the 1960s of Lena Cooper, while the version of ‘Ripest Apples’ on the CD is not, as the track listing would have you believe, sung by Joe Jones, but by Lena’s husband Joe Cooper (again, recorded by Sedley in 1966).

Songs

“He had a large repertoire. He wouldn’t sing a note until he had a quart of cider, but once started he couldn’t be stopped”.9

Joe Saunders, recorded by Stephen Sedley:

  • As I was bound apprentice (Roud 299)
  • The Barley Straw (Roud 19112)
  • Bold Reynolds (Roud 190 / 358)
  • Botany Bay (Roud 261 / 519)
  • Captain Grant (Roud 1286)
  • The Cuckoo (Roud 413)
  • The Cuckoo’s Nest (Roud 1506)
  • Down by some riverside (Roud 564)
  • The Farmer of Chester (Roud 2638)
  • The Game of Cards (Roud 232)
  • Gather round (Roud 23635)
  • Hares in the old plantation (Roud 363)
  • Hartlake Bridge (Roud 1729)
  • I Wish I Wish (Roud 495)
  • King and the Keeper, The (Roud 853)
  • Love it is pleasing (Roud 1049)
  • My single sailor (Roud 264)
  • Oyster Girl (Roud 875)
  • The Pear Tree (Roud 1713)
  • Ripest Apples (Roud 146 / 542)
  • Squire Poppa’s Park (Botany Bay) (Roud 519)
  • Ten Penny Walnuts (Roud 2520)
  • Transportation Song (Roud 519)
  • When this wicked war is over (Roud 3446)
  • Yonder Comes The Devil (Roud 16319)

Joe Jones, recorded by Mike Yates:

  • The Banks of Claudy (Roud 266)
  • The Banks of Sweet Primroses (Roud 586)
  • The Barley Straw (Roud 19112)
  • A Blacksmith Courted Me (Roud 816)
  • Bold Reynolds (Roud 190 / 358)
  • Botany Bay (Roud 261)
  • Box upon her head (Roud 289)
  • The Brake of Brambles (Roud 47479)
  • Brennan on the Moor (Roud 476)
  • Brian O’Lynn (Roud 294)
  • Captain Grant (Roud 1286)
  • The Cuckoo (Roud 413)
  • Cuckoo’s Nest (Roud 1506)
  • The Farmer of Chester (Roud 2638)
  • The Game of Cards (Roud 232)
  • Hares In the old Plantation (Roud 363)
  • Hartlake Bridge (Roud 1729)
  • I called for a pot of ale (Roud 47478)
  • I Wish I Wish (Roud 495)
  • John Barleycorn (Roud 164)
  • The King and the Keeper (Roud 853)
  • Little dun mare (Roud 176)
  • Love is pleasing (Roud 1049)
  • On board a Man o’ War (Roud 662)
  • The Pear Tree (Roud 1713)
  • Seventeen come Sunday (Roud 277)
  • Susie Simmonds (Squire Poppa’s Park, Transportation Song, Van Dieman’s Land) (Roud 519)
  • Thornymoor Park (Roud 222)
  • Yonder Comes The Devil (Roud 16319)
  • You rambled up the street, I rambled down (Roud 25885?)
  • Toast: The Little Bees
  • Toast: Lending and spending and giving away

Discography

Mike Yates’ recordings of Joe Jones are included on the following releases:

Here’s Luck to a Man: An Anthology of Gypsy Songs & Music from South-East England, Musical Traditions MTCD320 (CD-R, 2003).

Songs of the Open Road: Gypsies, Travellers & Country Singers, Topic Records 12T253 (LP, 1975), TSDL253 (digital download, 2009).
https://www.topicrecords.co.uk/2010/12/various-artists-songs-of-the-open-road-tsdl253/

Travellers: Songs, Stories and Tunes from English Gypsies, Topic Records 12TS395 (LP, 1985), TSDL395 (digital download, 2015).
https://www.topicrecords.co.uk/2015/05/travellers-songs-stories-and-tunes-from-english-gypsies-tsdl395/


  1. Stephen Sedley, Joe and Lena Cooper, Joe and Liza Saunders: A note to accompany tape recordings
    of Travellers’ songs made in 1966 at Edenbridge, personal communication, August 2023. ↩︎
  2. Stephen Sedley, email correspondence, 12 March 2025 ↩︎
  3. Stephen Sedley, email correspondence, 11 and 12 March 2025 ↩︎
  4. Mike Yates collection C 796/12-16, listed in the VWML catalogue, https://catalogue.efdss.org/cgi-bin/koha/opac-detail.pl?biblionumber=72230 ↩︎
  5. Mike Yates, Some Gypsy Singers in South East England, English Dance & Song, Spring 1975, p14 ↩︎
  6. Mike Yates, English Gypsy Songs, Folk Music Journal, Vol 3 No 1 (1975), p79 ↩︎
  7. For information on George Maynard, and to hear recordings of some of his songs, see the Sussex Traditions website, https://sussextraditions.org/singer/pop-maynard/ ↩︎
  8. Mike Yates, notes to Here’s Luck to a Man…, Musical Traditions MTCD320, 2003, https://www.mustrad.org.uk/articles/luck#sing ↩︎
  9. Stephen Sedley, email correspondence, 11 March  2025 ↩︎

Joe and Lena Cooper

Stephen Sedley, then a young barrister, recorded Joe and Lena Cooper at Edenbridge in March and April 1966, having successfully defended their son Abraham in a court case.

The privilege this earned me was a welcome in any caravan in the Edenbridge area. Abe introduced me to his parents, Joe and Lena Cooper, who readily talked and sang for me as I ran the Uher.

Lena, a Romany from the Lee clan, had danced and sung with her brother on the Dartford stage as a child. Joe, from an urban background, had volunteered in 1914, had been gassed twice but had survived, only to find that Lloyd George’s ‘homes for heroes’ didn’t exist. He went on the road. From him I recorded a version of the trench song ‘When this lousy war is over’ which I used in a centennial presentation of WWI songs1 because Joe’s version began: “When this wicked war is over …”. He described mustard gas rolling knee-high as resembling morning mist in the hopfields.2

This record in the 1939 Register must surely be the family in question, their location being “Caravan in field Off Butts Lane, Sutton, Epsom and Ewell M.B., Surrey”.

First nameLast nameBirth dateOccupationMarital status
Joe (Joseph)Cooper24 May 1896Travelling Farm WorkerMarried
LenaCooperNK 1899 Hawker Unpaid Domestic DutiesMarried
AbrahamCooper? Aug 1921Travelling Farm WorkerSingle

Lena’s birth year as written on the Register return is unclear. It could be 1879, but is more likely to be 1899 – and even this may not actually be accurate.

Earlier census and BMD records for Joe and Lena are patchy, and decidedly speculative.

Joseph Cooper, 1896–?

As shown above, the 1939 Register states that Joe was born on 24th May 1896. Possibly he was the same Joseph Cooper whose birth was registered in the Bromley District, in the second quarter of 1897, his mother’s maiden name given as Dekins.

Again this is speculative, but he could be the Joe / Joseph Cooper in the following census returns; we should probably not take too much notice of the variations in year and place of birth.

1901 – Caravan Yard Browns Yard, Magdala Road, Croydon, Surrey

First nameLast nameRelationship
to head
AgeApprox. Birth yearOccupationBirth place
JoeCooperHead281873Licensed dealerCudham, Kent
ElizaCollinsHouse keeper261875Leatherhead, Surrey
GeorgeCooperSon61895Croydon, Surrey
JoeCooperSon51896Bromley, Kent
ElvieCooperDaughter21899Warlingham, Surrey
ElizaCooperDaughter01901Hampshire

19119 Portland Cottages, Warlingham, Surrey

First nameLast nameRelationship
to head
AgeApprox. Birth yearOccupationBirth place
JosephCooperHead381873DealerCudham, Kent
Mary AnnCooperWife361875HawkerCobham, Kent
GeorgeCooperSon141897Croydon, Surrey
JosephCooperSon151896Worker [?] Kent
ElvinaCooperDaughter131898Warlingham, Surrey
ElizaCooperDaughter101901SchoolLiphook, Hampshire
BesseyCooperDaughter81903Mitcham, Surrey
AliceCooperDaughter61905Warlingham, Surrey
JohnCooperSon41907Warlingham, Surrey
ThomasCooperSon21909Warlingham, Surrey
LaviniaCooperDaughter01911Warlingham, Surrey

1921 – Quinnas Cottage, Warlingham, Surrey

First nameLast nameRelationship
to head
AgeApprox. Birth yearOccupationEmployerBirth place
JoeCooperHead511869Horse SlaughtererEmployerKent
ElizaCooperWife471873Home DutiesSurrey
JoeCooperSon231897Horse SlaughterMr J Cooper WarlinghamCroydon, Surrey
ElizaCooperDaughter201900Domestic ServantPrivateLiphook, Hampshire
AliceCooperDaughter161904Domestic ServantPrivateSurrey
JohnnyCooperSon141907Errand BoyMr Cooper WarlinghamSanderstead, Surrey
ThomasCooperSon121908Sanderstead, Surrey
LaviniaCooperDaughter91911Sanderstead, Surrey
LouieCooperDaughter81913Warlingham, Surrey
AlfredCooperSon31918Warlingham, Surrey
Ada MayCooperDaughter1920 Warlingham, Surrey

When recorded in 1966 by Stephen Sedley, Joe said that he had run away from home in Walton-on-Thames to join the army when he was 17, claiming to be 23. Based on a birth date of May 1896, that would place his enlistment as 1913-14, before the outbreak of the Great War.

I was not big enough to go into a public house to get a pint of beer with my mum and dad […] That was before the 1914 war. I see some soldiers come by, in these coats and things of London, I thought to myself I’d be happy if I was in that. And I did like the army. I promise you I did like it. I run away from home. From Walton-on-Thames, out against Kingston, and I went over to Weybridge in Surrey and I joined the Army there. Told them I was 23 years of age, but I was nowhere near it. I was only 17, and I told him I was 23 years of age. Asked me my mother’s name. Asked me my father’s name, I told him I did not remember, I did not know ‘em. I was fetched up with some people, I said I run and I left ‘em, because I was working too hard, but it was all the lies in the world to get in the army. And I done that.

Joe’s parents tried to get him out of the army, he said, but to no avail. He was sent to Kingston-on-Thames to have a health test, and thence to Woolwich Arsenal for his army training. There are army service records for a Joseph Cooper which in many respects tally with his reminiscences, but which also throw up inconsistencies. Records – sadly undated – show that his medical examination took place at Kingston, that his trade or occupation was “Dealer”, his birthplace was Mitcham in Surrey, and his stated age was 23. He was 5 feet 5½ inches tall, weighed 122 pounds, and his physical development was good.

Joe recalled that he had three weeks’ training at Woolwich, and then “I was over in France in three weeks”. This suggests that when he enlisted it was not so very long before the outbreak of hostilities – the first contingent of the British Expeditionary Force being sent to France on 15th August 1914. However it must have been before his eighteenth birthday on 24th May 1914; once eighteen he would not have had to lie about his age to be allowed to enlist.

When asked how long he’d been in the trenches, Joe replied “1914 to the end of the war. Yes, right the way through it”. The army records do not cast any light on his early years of service. In fact Joseph Cooper’s army service was recorded as having officially begun on 17th May 1916, and his Enrolment Paper, although undated, references the Military Service Act, 1916 (this was the legislation, introduced in January 1916, which brought in conscription from 2nd March that year). The Enrolment Paper gives Joe’s age as nineteen (which appears to be his true age on this occasion), and his address as Wickes Encampment, Shepperton; again, his occupation is given as “Dealer”. The paper is signed with an X (“his mark”) suggesting that Joe was illiterate – and Stephen Sedley confirms this. His next of kin is stated as his father, William Cooper, also residing at Wickes Encampment. If this is correct, and his father’s name was William rather than Joseph, then clearly it’s a different Joe Cooper to the one shown in the census records reproduced above. But one wonders if Joe was deliberately providing misleading information to the army; it has not been possible to trace a plausible William Cooper in census records, living with his son Joseph, and with an entry in the ‘Occupation’ field which suggests that the person is a gypsy.

Joe told Stephen Sedley that he served as an infantryman, and that he had been at the Somme, and at “the first battle of Cambia” (presumably Cambrai). The first significant use of tanks in battle was at Cambrai, and Joe talked about this, recalling that initially the tanks had been assigned to the Machine Gun Corps, before the formation of the Tank Corps (which later became the Royal Tank Regiment).

Army records show Joseph Cooper being called up and assigned to the Royal Fusiliers on 17th May 1916, transferring to the British Expeditionary Force on 30th August, and embarking for France on 1st September 1916. Initially he joined the 39th Infantry Base Depot (IBDs were holding camps located within easy reach of a Channel port, which received men on arrival from England and kept them in training while they awaited posting to a unit at the front), was then being enrolled in the 27th (Reserve) Battalion, Royal Fusiliers, before transferring to the 11th Battalion, Royal West Kent Regiment on 14th September 1916. He was transferred again on 25th December 1916 to the Heavy Branch of the Machine Gun Corps, and subsequently to the Tank Corps (formed in July 1917). He was demobilised on 14th December 1919.

He may have liked the soldier’s life, but that did not stop him being put on a charge on several occasions – for overstaying a period of leave, for being absent from parade, for “loitering during working hours” and “using threatening language to R.P. [Regimental Police] in execution of their duty”.

Joe Cooper’s reminiscences of life in the trenches were vivid, and entirely unsentimental. He talked of the difficulty of sleeping in a dugout, and of having to be constantly vigilant for snipers:

Now if you see them trees are moving about as green in the summertime, like, moving about… if you could see that tree move you’d know there was a sniper in there. Well you’d report that then. To the machine gun man. Well, the machine gun comes up number one, and he puts a Stokes [?] mortar in there… Well he blows him out of the tree altogether… If we didn’t shoot him, he’d shoot us.

He told of how gas would roll across the fields:

Now just say you been down the hop country, you seen a foggy morning haven’t you? You’ll see the fog off the ground somewhere about a foot to a foot and a half, that’s like the gas used to come up off the trenches, out on the battlefield.

How the British soldiers were initially unprotected against German gas attacks:

When they start using the gas in there, you had no gas helmets, nothing like that. We had to get our own water, our own water, you know, put it into a medicine bottle, soak it into the bottle. And when we seed the gas a-coming up, the gas alarm come through the trenches, ringing a bit of a bell… We had to put that water all in our own mouth. Only our own water mind. Over your nose and over the top…

And that, when they were provided with gas masks, at first these proved unsatisfactory.

When troops were ordered to go over the top

That was from two in the morning, from half past one or two o’clock. The officer used to come round with the orderly officer, with the rum issue, and he used to give him a tot of rum into a glass and we’d drink it. Well that used to put the nerve into you. If you understand what I mean now. Well, when they said boys “Stand to, ready to go”, you couldn’t hear a shell fire, you couldn’t hear a rifle fire or nothing. Not till the big guns started to the back of us, our own guns.

Then

if someone was hit on the battlefield, if he was my own brother I wouldn’t dare touch him. Wouldn’t dare to touch him if his arm was blowed off or his head was blowed off. Wouldn’t dare to touch him… Just take care of yourself. If you did you was entitled to a court martial, if you got catched at it. If they catch you doing it – ’cause we did do it, because we was doing it for the sake of your partner, if you could.

To recover the wounded from No Man’s Land they would use stretchers on wheels, attached to a rope, at night, so as not to be seen. Then they would attend to the wounded as best they could, and take them down the supply trench back to the second line of defence.

Joe spoke dispassionately about the enemy, recognising that “Some was pretty good, some was bad, ’cause we had to do it the same as they did… They tried to blow us up and we tried to blow them up”. But he was far from oblivious to the desperate conditions in which men found themselves:

I should think it was about from three to four weeks when we did get in the real, proper slaughter. We had no dugouts. We had no trenches. We had dug up just a little trench, and told to dig out as well we could from shell hole to shell hole to shell hole, and dig ourself in. But after we’d done that, it was real proper murder, they served us so that you could almost see the blessed angels come down from the sky to stop the war. With my own two loving eyes. And that’s the God’s honest truth, as ever was in heaven.

And when, finally, the armistice came, the men were all infested with lice:

What they call these lice, real proper lice. You’ve heard talk of lice, haven’t you? Well in the front line trenches we got smothered with them things. Even come out the lace holes of our boots, or our shirts. Clothes we had on, they was not fit to wear. We had to take ‘em off and destroy ‘em outside… We did burn them up and put all new clothes on.

Then after the war, as Stephen Sedley recounts, he came home to find that, contrary to Lloyd George’s assurances, there were no “homes fit for heroes”, and he took to (went back to?) a life on the road.

As yet, no record of Joe Cooper’s death has been located.

Lena Cooper, née Lee, 1899(?)/1904(?)–1968?

While the 1939 Register appears to show Lena’s birth year as 1899, other records suggest that she was born in 1904. The birth of a Lena Lee was registered in the Maidstone District in the second quarter of 1904, and this tallies with census records – for instance with the Lee family recorded in the 1911 census at Iron Mill Lane, Crayford:

1911 – Iron Mill Lane, Crayford, Kent

First nameLast nameRelationship
to head
AgeApprox. Birth yearOccupationBirth place
LeonardLeeHusband501861Clothes peg maker, HawkerSwancombe, Kent
EllenLeeWife461865Clothes peg seller, HawkerHeathfield, Sussex
LouisaLeeDaughter251886Clothes peg seller, HawkerHollenton, Sussex
SarahLeeDaughter231888Clothes peg seller, Hawker, HawkerHollenton, Sussex
WalterLeeSon141897Clothes peg makerKent, Chatham
CeliaLeeDaughter101901SchoolKent, Folkestone
LenaLeeDaughter71904SchoolKent, Marden
TillyLeeDaughter41907Kent, Swanley

And at Belvedere ten years later:

1921Occupation Road, Belvedere, Erith, Kent

First nameLast nameRelationship
to head
Approx. Birth yearAgeOccupationEmployerBirth place
LeonardLeeHead186358Street HawkerOwn AccountNot known
EllenLeeWife186655Street HawkerOwn AccountNot known
LenaLeeDaughter190318Street HawkerOwn AccountEpping, Essex
TillyLeeDaughter190615Home DutiesEpping, Essex

(Clearly this is the same family, although there are inconsistencies between 1911 and 1921 with the girls’ ages and place of birth).

If this is the right Lena Lee, then she only had one brother, Walter, so it must have been with him that she danced and sung on the Dartford stage as a child – although when recounting how she and her brother used to dance, she seems to refer to him as Billy.

As well as singing songs, Lena diddled several dance tunes. She recalled that she would perform on the Dartford stage at 11 or 12 o’clock at night. She had a brother who used to play the tambourine and the mouth organ while she danced – “shuffle on, cakewalk, and step dance – any step tune you could play, he’d do it”. When she was twelve years of age they had been performing in the street when they came to the notice of a gentleman who, having followed them for a while, bought them both a cup of tea, gave them a golden sovereign, and subsequently on a Sunday visited their home to speak to their mother, arranging for a car to come and pick them up at 6 o’clock that day – presumably so that they could perform at a local theatre.

Lena said that her paternal grandfather “was a bit of a Spain man” and “my father, you would take him to be, if he was alive… he would look if he was a Spain man. There was a bit of a mix-up in the blood, you see, but he is a bit of a Spain man, my father is”. When asked, did she mean that he was from Spain, Lena answered “Yes, from Rome”.

It is not known when Lena and Joe met and married. In the 1939 Register, their son Abraham’s date of birth was given as August 1921. If that date is correct, then it casts doubt on the relevance of the other census records quoted here, since both Joe Cooper and Lena Lee appear to have been single, and living with their parents at the time of the 1921 census, taken just two months earlier.

The death of a Lena Cooper – probably the same person – was recorded in the Tonbridge district, in the second quarter of 1968.

Mike Yates and Joe Cooper

Writing in English Dance and Song in 1975, Mike Yates recorded that

The first gypsy that I met was Joe Cooper, an old man who had parked his trailer in a country lane near to where I live. I saw him one afternoon sitting bolt upright on a wooden chair which had been conveniently placed by the side of an open wood fire. Joe was cleaning a fiddle and I could hear him humming a tune to himself as he went about his work. The fiddle provided a mutual topic of conversation and, before long, we were talking like long lost friends. On the subject of songs I found Joe to be somewhat reticent. He sang me three or four, but confessed that his heart really wasn’t in the singing, explaining that he had just lost his wife and that songs had meant a great deal to her. Anyway, he said, why didn’t I go and see “Sharper’s Joe” who was only camped a few miles away.3

Mike Yates does not specifically say that he recorded the few songs which Joe Cooper sang for him, and there do not appear to be any recordings of him among the Yates recordings deposited with the British Library and Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. However the same article in English Dance and Song included a transcription of ‘Ripest Apples’, collected from Joe Cooper in January 1970. This is similar, but not identical, to the version of the song which Stephen Sedley had recorded. Cooper is a common Gypsy surname, so we can’t be sure if the Joe Cooper that Mike Yates met is the same man as Stephen Sedley recorded in 1966. On the other hand, the fact that this singer had recently lost his wife would tally with Lena having died eighteen months or so previously.

The Musical Traditions CD Here’s Luck to a Man… An Anthology of Gypsy Songs & Music from South-East England (MTCD320, 2003), featuring recordings made by Mike Yates, includes one song and a toast credited to “Lena Jones”, but careful listening suggests that these are in fact Stepehen Sedley’s recordings of Lena Cooper.

Songs

Recorded by Stephen Sedley, 26th March and 19th April 1966:

Joe Cooper

  • Gather Round (Roud 23635)
  • Love it is pleasing (Roud 1049)
  • My single sailor (Roud 264)
  • Ripest Apples (Roud 542)
  • When this wicked war is over (Roud 3446)

Collected by Mike Yates, January 1970:

  • Ripest Apples (Roud 542)

Lena Cooper

Recorded by Stephen Sedley, 26th March and 19th April 1966:

  • Barbara Allen  (Roud 54)
  • Died for love (Roud 60)
  • Don’t think by my clothes (Roud 7337)
  • Down by the riverside (Roud 564)
  • Forgive and forget (Roud 21545)
  • Gypsy girl (Roud 7337)
  • How much is that doggie in the window? (Roud 23633)
  • I owe my landlord three weeks’ rent (Roud 1455)
  • If I was a blackbird (Roud 387)
  • I’m mother’s baby boy (Roud 23639)
  • I’m the bloke you don’t meet every day (Roud 975)
  • In the shade of the old apple tree (Roud 10242)
  • Just an old fashioned lady (Roud 23644)
  • Just like the ivy  (Roud 16228)
  • Knees up Mother Brown (Roud 23634)
  • Love it is pleasing (Roud 1049)
  • Meet me by moonlight (Roud 767)
  • The old brass ring (Roud 23643)
  • Only a beautiful picture in a lovely golden frame (Roud 13625)
  • Only a leaf (Roud 23645)
  • Pleasant Dreams (Roud 23637)
  • A pub with no beer (Roud 23631)
  • There was an old farmer in Chester (Roud 2638)
  • There was an old tailor in London (Roud 311)
  • Waiting for the Robert E Lee (Roud 23632)
  • When this wicked war is over (Roud 3446)
  • Wild colonial boy (Roud 677)
  • Young sailor cut down in his prime (Roud 2)
  • Toast: Here’s good luck to a man (Roud 23648)

  1. The bells of hell, initially compiled as the keynote lecture for the Oxford history faculty centenary conference 2014, and last performed at Cecil Sharp House on 11 November 2018 (recording archived in the Vaughan Williams Memorial  Library). ↩︎
  2.  Stephen Sedley, Joe and Lena Cooper, Joe and Liza Saunders: A note to accompany tape recordings of Travellers’ songs made in 1966 at Edenbridge, personal communication, August 2023. ↩︎
  3. Mike Yates, Some Gypsy Singers in South East England, English Dance & Song 37:1 (1975) pp.14-15 ↩︎

My Lovely Hops

From Mary Ann Haynes

Recorded by Mike Yates, Sussex, July 1974

Travellers, Topic Records 12TS395, 1985.

Roud 24997

This is a parody of the Music Hall song ‘Our threepenny hop’, the chorus of which runs

At our threepenny hop, our threepenny hop;
Where the boys and girls are found
Hopping it round and round and round;
When you start a-dancing you never know when to stop.
It’s Hi! Hi! Go as you please, at our threepenny hop.

See https://folksongandmusichall.com/index.php/our-threepenny-hop/

Ted Haynes

Edward Haynes, 1925– ?

Ted Haynes was born on 3rd February 1925. He was the eldest son of Mary Ann Hynes, née Millis, and her husband Ted, a basket maker. Both were Romany Gypsies.

At the time of the September 1939 Register fourteen-year-old Ted was with his mother, three sisters and one brother in hop-pickers’ huts at “Spelmonden Farm, Hazel Street”, in the Tonbridge Rural District – probably Hazel Street Farm, Spelmonden Road, Horsmonden. While his younger siblings were “At School” or “Under School Age”, Ted’s occupation was given as “Seeking Work, Not Previously Employed”.

David Stacey met and befriended Ted Haynes at the White Hart at Claygate in the early 1970s. Stacey writes

A regular visitor was Ted Haynes, who had many songs and who listened to, and was clearly interested in, the songs I contributed.  Ted was a big man and he kept his eye on me, even warning me one evening to stay by his side because there was a fight brewing.  Luckily the battle, a grudge match, didn’t boil over that night although, a week or two later when I wasn’t in the pub, all hell broke loose and someone was thrown bodily through the pub’s plate glass window!1

Recognising Stacey’s interest in the old songs, Ted introduced him to his mother, who was subsequently recorded by Mike Yates. In connection with first meeting Mary Ann, Yates wrote

I had been told that her son, Ted, was a singer and I drove down to Sussex one Sunday afternoon, looking for his trailer. Eventually, I found Ted and his trailer in a field.  He was busy and directed me to his mother, who ‘knew all the old songs’.  Mary lived in High Street, Brighton, where, according to Ted, she was known to ‘everybody’.2

Yates recorded a few songs from Ted, mostly singing with his mother.

Songs

  • Forgive and forget (Roud 21545)
  • I’ll forgive but I’ll never forget (Roud 5209)
  • If those guns could only sleep (Roud 31008)
  • Mother I love you (Roud 29905)
  • Outside an hotel (You may be the same someday) (Roud 27622)
  • Your mother was the only girl I loved (Roud 31006)

  1. David Stacey, A Gorgio amongst Travellers, Musical Traditions Enthusiasms No 39, 2003, https://mustrad.co.uk/enth39.htm ↩︎
  2. Mike Yates, booklet notes for Here’s Luck to a Man… An Anthology of Gypsy Songs & Music
    from South-East England, Musical Traditions, MTCD320, 2003, https://mustrad.co.uk/articles/luck.htm#sing ↩︎

David Stacey

David Stacey, 1943–

David Stacey was born in Saffron Walden, Essex in 1943. He first heard first heard recordings of traditional singers, in his late teens, on Peter Kennedy’s BBC Radio series As I Roved Out. In the mid-sixties he was involved with the Masada archaeological excavations in Israel.

I first went down to Kent for the hop/apple picking in the mid ‘60s and frequently returned over the next 20-25 years.  If you were any good at picking apples, and were prepared to work hard – putting in 50-60 hour weeks for 4-6 weeks – you could make good money, cash in hand.  My life developed whereby I was working in archaeology in Israel for much of the time – but, for visa reasons, had to leave Israel periodically.  It became convenient for me to leave for the Kentish season where, eventually, I left an old caravan on a farm near Goudhurst to come back to.  The money I could make helped subsidise my archaeological work, which, whilst totally engrossing, paid diddlysquat.  At no time was I in Kent ‘collecting folk songs’!1

David worked regularly at a farm in Marden Beech, and would walk the couple of miles to the nearest pub, The White Hart at Claygate.

In the autumn of 1972, I found that the pub had become a regular watering hole for travellers.  My presence was tolerated because, from the smell emanating from me, it was clear I was ‘scroubing’ (in those days I worked as hop-dryers mate, which involved being on call 20 hours a day, loading and unloading the kilns every four hours and grabbing what sleep you could between times beside the fires in the oasthouse inevitably I was permeated with the pungent aroma of hops).  When it was found that I could add a song to the evening’s session I was made welcome and became privy to many evenings of chat, song and stepping that normally came to a halt if other gorgios inadvertently came into the pub.  Some years before I had spent a winter with Essex travellers working in the woods, but the only old song I heard from any of them was a couple of garbled verses of Brennan on the Moor – and that was sung to me in secret, after I’d been around them six months, “because I don’t want my children to think me old-fashioned knowing these old songs.”  But here, I knew, I was amongst a still-vibrant living culture.

A regular visitor was Ted Haynes, who had many songs and who listened to, and was clearly interested in, the songs I contributed.  Ted was a big man and he kept his eye on me, even warning me one evening to stay by his side because there was a fight brewing.  Luckily the battle, a grudge match, didn’t boil over that night although, a week or two later when I wasn’t in the pub, all hell broke loose and someone was thrown bodily through the pub’s plate glass window!

Towards the end of the season Ted, after a particularly good session, said “You like the old songs, boy, don’t yer – you ought to meet my mother, she’s a bit of a rough’un but she can sing” and he handed me his card.

Ted Haynes’ mother turned out to be the outstanding Gypsy singer, Mary Ann Haynes, from Brighton. Although David was not able to record her himself, he gave her contact details to Dave Bland, who in turn passed these on to the collector Mike Yates.

David Stacey wrote about his experiences in Kent in an article on the Musical Traditions website, A Gorgio amongst Travellers: some experiences and observations:

Over the next ten or fifteen years I became a regular pobbeler (apple-picker) although my main base shifted to Ash Farm in Horsmonden, where eventually I had my own trailer which I could leave on the farm throughout the year.  The farm was, coincidentally, ideally situated for the annual Horse Fair held in September, despite local opposition, on the village green.

I can no longer recall a first meeting with Henry Ridley, a locally based traveller with a goodly repertoire of songs.  We were both ‘in the neighbourhood’, we both enjoyed to sing, and it was inevitable that we would spend time together.  Henry Ridley singing at Horsemonden horse fair in 1987.  Henry’s paternal uncle, Nelson, had been recorded by Ewan MacColl and his maternal uncle, Levi Smith, was recorded by Mike Yates amongst others (his cousin was also married to Mary Haynes’ eldest daughter).  Henry had married out and lived amongst the gorgios in a council house in Goudhurst (even though he still made a living, when I first knew him, as a timber feller and later moved into the tarmacing trade).  His daughters had also married out; only his son had married a traveller girl and lived a traveller life.  The old songs were particularly important to Henry (certainly more so than to uncle Levi, who, although knowing old songs, was more likely to give a rendition of a George Formby number) because they bolstered his traveller identity which he had diluted by marrying and living out.

In the mid-‘70s there were still plenty of travellers coming into the area for the harvest and enough ‘old-timers’ about that an evening in the pub often finished with a song or two.  Henry would sometimes take me with him (or, for a while when he had a driving ban, ask me to drive him!) to a distant pub where he expected to meet up with members of his extended family.  Apart from the mouthorgan and Henry’s own spoon playing, instrumental music was rare, although I remember one of his Smith cousins playing the accordion whilst another accompanied him by tattooing a rhythm on an empty brown ale bottle with a spanner.  At the horse fair old granny Gumble still had her chair placed under the horse chestnut tree on the green opposite the King’s Arms.  There she would sing and hold court, and her grandsons would put a board down, change into their studded shoes, and challenge the world to a stepping competition.

Or course you must remember that I was in Kent to earn some money (which helped subsidise my poorly paid archaeological work).  You could make a few bob apple picking in those days though, to make your money, you had to put in a 10 hour day, 6 days a week and pick close on two tons a day.  Consequently pub sessions were usually restricted to Saturday nights and Sunday lunchtimes and we didn’t travel far from ‘home’ turf.  Johnny Mathews, a market trader from Maidstone, whilst not having a large repertoire of songs was always an appreciative audience and it was particularly for him that I learnt a version of the Folkestone Murder, a song his mother had sung.  Chris Willett… though rarely persuaded to sing, was often at the Fair and sometimes at the George in Yalding which, in the ‘70s, still had a pub pianist on Saturday nights.

Through the late ‘70s and into the ‘80s fewer people were coming into the area for the hopping.  Inevitably some of the older travellers were dying and the vitality of the sessions deteriorated.  Local nimbys often succeeded in banning the horse fair from the green, and there were fewer pubs where singing was tolerated.  Nonetheless sometime in the mid-eighties, several years after Mary Haynes had died (1977), Henry and I were in the public bar at the Vine Hotel in Goudhurst, when he took me on one side and urged me to sing one of Mary’s songs because one of her sons had just walked in.  I started to sing Camden Town.  Unusually, the bar became quiet.  My eyes shut as I concentrated on the song and, when I opened them at its conclusion, there were tears not only in her son’s eyes, but in mine too.  He took my hand, as did others with him, and briefly the silence continued.2

A CD of David’s own singing, Good Luck to the Journeyman, featuring predominantly songs which he had learned from travellers in Kent and Essex – “either by direct absorption, or by recordings made by myself with a cheap domestic tape recorder, or from recordings made by others” – was released on Musical Traditions Records in 2015.


  1. Booklet notes to David Stacey, Good Luck to the Journeyman, Musical Traditions, MTCD360, 2015, https://mustrad.co.uk/pdf/stacey.pdf ↩︎
  2. David Stacey, A Gorgio amongst Travellers, Musical Traditions Enthusiasms No 39, 2003, https://mustrad.co.uk/enth39.htm ↩︎

Mary Ann Haynes

Mary Ann Haynes, née Millis, 1905–1977

Mary Ann Haynes, photo by Mike Yates.
Mary Ann Haynes

Given that she was born in Portsmouth and spent much of her life in Brighton, it would be extremely bold to claim Mary Ann Haynes as a Kentish singer. However she came to Kent regularly for seasonal agricultural work, and deserves a mention on this website as singer of a particularly fine version of the song ‘Hopping down in Kent’.

Mike Yates recorded three dozen songs from Mary Ann Haynes in the 1970s. In the notes for the Musical Traditions CD Here’s Luck to a Man… he wrote:

One of the first Gypsy singers that I met was Mary Ann Haynes.  I had been told that her son, Ted, was a singer and I drove down to Sussex one Sunday afternoon, looking for his trailer.  Eventually, I found Ted and his trailer in a field.  He was busy and directed me to his mother, who ‘knew all the old songs’.  Mary lived in High Street, Brighton, where, according to Ted, she was known to ‘everybody’.  High Street turned out to be a narrow street off the sea-front and was full of large tower blocks.  I started knocking on doors, only to be told that nobody knew a Mrs Haynes.  I found that when I mentioned that she was a Gypsy doors were closed very quickly in my face.  I began to wonder if I would ever find Mary, and was about to give up, when a lady said that there were no Gypsies in the area, only ‘an Italian looking lady’.  This was, of course, Mary.  When I arrived she was sleeping off a lunchtime session in the pub, but, once roused, she set about making a cup of tea and, having said that I knew her son (sort of), she began to sing as soon as I mentioned songs.  Mary had been born in 1905, in a Faversham waggon parked behind The Coach and Horses in Portsmouth, Hampshire.  Her father, Richard Milest, was a horse-dealer whose family would accompany him across England during the summer as he made his way from fair to fair.  “We used to go to the Vinegar & Pepper Fair at Bristol, then to Chichester, Lewes, Canterbury and Oxford, then up to Appleby and back down to Yalding.”  Mary’s husband died suddenly, leaving her with a large family, and, having settled in Brighton, she worked as a flower-seller, earning enough to support her family. 1

I was unable to find any trace in official records of her father under the name Richard Milest (or Millest, which seems to be the more usual spelling of the surname). However evidence suggests that the family’s name was in fact Millis, and he was probably the Richard Millis whose birth was recorded in the Battle district of Sussex in 1863, and who, at the time of the 1881 census, was residing at 25 St Mary Magdalene Street in Brighton. 19 years old at the time, Richard was working as a Bricklayer’s labourer. His father Henry was listed as a Horsedealer.

Janet Keet-Black, co-founder of the Romany and Traveller Family History Society, confirms that Mary Ann’s maiden name was Millis in a 2025 interview with Will Duke:

Janet: Brighton used to get a lot of Travellers stopping, for short term, short times, around, up on the downland around Brighton, and they, some of them, would become settled, but still retain their ‘Gypsyness’, if you like. And one of those families were the Millis family. They had wagons, in the 1900s, worked with horses, hawked, whatever, did farm work. And you could find them at Falmer, up on the Downs at Woodingdean, all over. They’re still very much in Brighton, the Millis family.

Will: Millis, M I …

Janet: It’s M, I, double L, I, S: Millis, or it also became Mellish, M, E, double L, I, S, H, same family, Millises, Mellishes. One of the most famous Millises was Mary Anne Haynes.

Will: Right. Okay, yeah.

Janet: Her dad was a Millis.

Will: She was a great singer, when she wasn’t working, yes …

Janet: … when she wasn’t working. She was born down in Southampton, I think … Portsmouth, behind a pub in Portsmouth, but she died in Brighton. She became a flower seller. Yeah, her dad was a Millis, Mellish. I think he turned out, I think he ended up as a Mellish.

Will: And she married a Haynes.

Janet: She married somebody called Ted Haynes, who was a basket maker. But the interesting thing with Mary Anne is that, I think it was her grandmother who was a Willet, Elizabeth Willet …

Will: tell us more …

Janet: which made Mary Ann Haynes’s father, first cousin to Tom Willet, which sort of makes sense, if you think about it … 2

Mary Ann married Ted Haynes, also from Brighton, in the second quarter of 1922, and their first child; also Edward, was born in February 1925. At the time of the 1939 Register, taken in September of that year, it is no surprise that she was to be found in Kent, hop-picking. Specifically, she was at “Spelmonden Farm, Hazel Street” – this was probably Hazel Street Farm, Spelmonden Road, Horsmonden. Her occupation was given as “Hawker. Gen Dealer”, and her date of birth as 9th April 1904 (when her death was recorded in 1977, her birthday was also shown as 9th April, but the year as 1905). With her in the hop-pickers’ huts were her fourteen-year old son Edward (Ted), and four other children: Alice Mary, Kathleen, Elizabeth (Betty) and one-year-old John.

The birth records for Alice (registered in the Reigate district, 1931), and her sister Elizabeth (registered in Brighton, 1936), both give the mother’s maiden name as Millis. It was presumably Alice who accompanied her mother to prison in October 1932, as reported widely in newspapers including the Daily News and Daily Mirror. The Belfast Telegraph for Saturday, 22nd October 1932 reported as follows:

BABY TO GO TO PRISON.

MOTHER’S BEQUEST GRANTED.

When Mrs. Mary Ann Haynes, a 26-year-old gipsy woman, was sentenced to a month’s hard labour at Brighton Police Court yesterday for being drunk in charge of a horse and cart and obstructing a policeman, she exclaimed: “Please let my baby go with me.”

The magistrates, after conferring together, agreed, and Mrs. Haynes, smiling happily, said: “Oh, thank you very much”.

A later court report gives Mary Ann’s address as 37 Edward Street, Brighton:

HURSTPIERPOINT

For depositing rubbish in the Brighton-rd. a short distance from Muddleswood cross-roads on February 7, Mrs. Mary Ann Haynes, of 37, Edward-s. Brighton, was fined 10s. at Haywards Heath Magistrates’ Court.3

Edward Street is literally just around the corner from High Street, Brighton, where Mike Yates would find her in the 1970s.

David Stacey, who in between archaeological digs spent a good deal of time apple-picking and hop-picking in Kent in the 1960s and 1970s, met Mary Ann’s son Ted Haynes – himself a singer – in The White Hart at Claygate.

Towards the end of the season Ted, after a particularly good session, said “You like the old songs, boy, don’t yer – you ought to meet my mother, she’s a bit of a rough’un but she can sing” and he handed me his card.

Although my girl partner of the time and I were due to move to warmer climes before the winter set in I persuaded her that we should make the effort to find, and if possible, to record Ted’s mother, as I would like to learn some of the songs I felt sure she knew.  We had little money to spare on such a venture and no recording equipment of any sort but we set off across southern Britain, finishing up in Brighton where Ted’s mother, Mary, lived.

Travellers, justifiably, keep themselves to themselves and, although I had Ted’s invitation to meet his mother, there were many delays before I was given the name of a pub where I would find Mary and other members of her family.  Meanwhile there were two mouths to feed and the chills of winter were setting in.  Approaches to the folk clubs of Brighton for any sort of assistance were generally greeted with scorn although students who ran a club at the University of Sussex did find us an empty room in a dorm and another club allowed us to hold a raffle.  By then, if we had delayed our departure any longer we would have been too broke to travel.  We had to leave, but the meeting with Mary Haynes had confirmed that she had a wealth of songs.  I knew she should be recorded and searched desperately for somebody who could get her repertoire on tape.  Eventually I gave her contact details to Dave Bland, at that time doing some field recordings for Bill Leader.  In the end David passed her details on to Mike Yates who eventually did record Mary and went on to describe her as “one of the most outstanding folksinging discoveries to be made in recent years” (Green Grow the Laurels Topic 12TS285).4

Mary Ann Haynes died on the 10th November 1977, and was buried in Brighton and Preston Cemetery.5

Mary Ann Haynes and Mike Yates
Mary Ann Haynes and Mike Yates

Songs

For a full list of songs collected from Mary Ann Haynes, search the Roud Index.

Writing in 1975, Mike Yates provided this list of songs which he had recorded from Mary Ann Haynes:

  • All For the Grog
  • All Through Mi Rakli
  • American Stranger, The
  • At the Atchin
  • Tan Barbara Allen (Child 84)
  • Bold Drunkard
  • The Bold Robert Emmet
  • Bonny Black Bess (Laws L9)
  • Botany Bay (Laws L16A)
  • Coachman’s Whip, The
  • Colour of Amber, The
  • Erin’s Lovely Home (Laws M6)
  • Farmer of Chester, The (Laws L2)
  • Farmer’s Boy, The (Laws Q30)
  • Father Build me a Boat (Laws MI)
  • Female Drummer, The
  • Floating on the Tide (The Lilly White Hand)( Laws P18)
  • Folkestone Murder,
  • The Game of Cards, The
  • Give me Back the One I Love
  • Green Bushes, The (Laws P2)
  • Green Grow the Laurels
  • Hares in the Old Plantation
  • Hopping Down in Kent
  • I Am a Rakish Young Fellow
  • I’m A Girl that’s Done Wrong to my Parents
  • I’m a Romany Rye
  • If I Were a Blackbird
  • In Thorneymoor Fields
  • Jim the Carter’s Boy
  • Little Ball of Yarn, The
  • Little Dun Dee Long A-Growing (Laws 035)
  • Lord Bateman (Child 53)
  • Lovely Johnny
  • McCafferty
  • Master and Man
  • Mossy Green Banks of the Lea (Laws 015)
  • My Lovely Hops
  • “New” Deserter, The
  • Old Gypsy’s Waggon, The
  • Old Plaid Shawl, The
  • Old Miser, The
  • Old Rugged Cross, The
  • Outlandish Knight, The (Child 4)
  • Oyster Girl, The (Laws Q13)
  • Poor Leonard (Laws Q33)
  • Poor Old Horse Rambling Sailor, The
  • Riding Down to Portsmouth
  • Seventeen on Sunday (Laws 017)
  • Shamrock Shore, The
  • Sheepfold, The (Laws 010)
  • Shooting Goshen’s Cock-Ups
  • Song of the Thrush, The
  • Tanyard Side, The (Laws M28)
  • Those Cruel Slavery Days
  • Twenty-One Years (Laws E16)
  • Unfortunate Rake, The (Laws Q26)
  • Wexford Murder, The (Laws P35)
  • Yellow Handkerchief, The

Yates noted

Not all the above songs were known as complete versions. Furthermore, the list is, by choice, selective. I have recorded some music hall songs from Mrs Haynes, and these are shown above, but I have not listed the large number of 20th century pop songs which she also knows.6

Discography

Recordings of Mary Ann Haynes appear on the following albums:

Songs of the Open Road: Gypsies, Travellers & Country Singers, Topic Records 12T253 (LP, 1975), TSDL253 (digital download, 2009)
https://www.topicrecords.co.uk/2010/12/various-artists-songs-of-the-open-road-tsdl253/

Travellers: Songs, Stories and Tunes from English Gypsies, Topic Records 12TS395 (LP, 1985), TSDL395 (digital download, 2015)
https://www.topicrecords.co.uk/2015/05/travellers-songs-stories-and-tunes-from-english-gypsies-tsdl395/

Voice of The People Vol. 1: Come Let Us Buy the Licence, Topic Records TSCD651 (CD, 1998)
https://www.topicrecords.co.uk/2010/09/come-let-us-buy-the-license-songs-of-courtship-marriage-tscd651/

Voice of The People Vol. 4: Farewell My Own Dear Native Land, Topic Records TSCD654 (CD, 1998)
https://www.topicrecords.co.uk/2010/09/farewell-my-own-dear-native-land-songs-of-exile-emigration-tscd654/

Voice of The People Vol. 6: Tonight I’ll Make You my Bride, Topic Records TSCD656 (CD, 1998)
https://www.topicrecords.co.uk/2010/09/tonight-ill-make-you-my-bride-ballads-of-true-false-lovers-tscd656/

Voice of The People Vol. 11: My Father’s the King of the Gypsies, Topic Records TSCD661 (CD, 1998)
https://www.topicrecords.co.uk/2010/09/my-fathers-the-king-of-the-gypsies-music-of-english-welsh-travellers-gypsies-tscd661/

Voice of The People Vol. 20: There is a Man upon the Farm, Topic Records TSCD670 (CD, 1998)
https://www.topicrecords.co.uk/2010/09/there-is-a-man-upon-the-farm-working-men-women-in-song/

Many thanks to Mike Yates for permission to reproduce the photographs on this page.


  1. Mike Yates, booklet notes for Here’s Luck to a Man… An Anthology of Gypsy Songs & Music
    from South-East England, Musical Traditions, MTCD320, 2003, https://mustrad.co.uk/articles/luck.htm#sing ↩︎
  2. Janet Keet-Black talking with Will Duke, 14 Sep 2025, Sussex Traditions, https://sussextraditions.org/sussex-topics-2/song-music-dance/folk-dance/janet-keet-black-in-conversation-with-will-duke/ ↩︎
  3. West Sussex Gazette, 8 March 1956 ↩︎
  4. David Stacey, A Gorgio amongst Travellers, Musical Traditions Enthusiasms No 39, 2003, https://mustrad.co.uk/enth39.htm ↩︎
  5. England Billion Graves Cemetery Index, https://billiongraves.com/grave/Mary-Ann-Haynes/17336635 ↩︎
  6. Mike Yates, English Gypsy Songs, Folk Music Journal, 1975, Vol. 3, No. 1, p80 ↩︎

Joe Smith

Joseph Smith, 1905– ?

Joe Smith was the husband of renowned singer Phoebe Smith. He sang, and played fiddle and melodeon.

The 1939 Register gives his date of birth as 4th February 1905. When he married Phoebe in October 1930 his father was shown as Manuel (presumably short for Emmanuel) Smith, Labourer, Deceased. Possibly this was the Manuel Smith who, as a six-year-old, was found by census enumerators residing with his parents and four brothers at Hintons Cottages, Barnes, in Surrey. The older members of the family were all listed as “Travellers (Hawkers)”.

Joe met Phoebe at hop-picking time in 1929.

Joe: Well, round the campfire at night after we finished hop-picking. She come down to see my sister-in-law, you see, to have a word or two with her, I suppose. And I sat there playing the violin. And we started speaking, and…

Phoebe: My husband, he started to talk about the hop picking, and I was rather bashful and shy.  And I didn’t know much to say at all. As a matter of fact, I was afraid, really, to speak to him, thinking my father and mother would hear me.

Joe: Well… I thought you were shy and so was I.

Phoebe: I were really smiling at him playing the fiddle, you know, and his brother, you see. Keep looking at me and he keep nodding his head, you see, ‘awards ‘im playing this fiddle, because his brother just couldn’t stand the row. We were grinning at each other, you know, but at the time being I never had any more thought of courting or marrying him than flying. And then he said to me “I’d like to write to you when I go home, would you  like to write to me?” I said “Well, you can write and I’ll answer your letters”. And then next year, they come down hop-picking and you said to me, “Would you marry me?” I said, “Well, I’m not old enough really. I’m only seventeen”. So he said there’s lots of girls and boys get married at seventeen and eighteen.

Joe: She was a trouble. I kept writing, you know? And she kept saying she’d see, and all this sort of thing and I got fed up. And every weekend I had off I used to go down there. Never used to go down home because I wouldn’t dare, you see. Her father wouldn’t let her out if I went down home. She say to me “Well, I’ll meet you at the bus stop at Canterbury”, which was the nearest point, you see, where the buses come in, and that’s how we done our courting, and we never did go to the pictures. 1

After a year of this rather frustrating courtship, they ran off together and settled at West Tilbury in Essex. They were married on 27th October 1930, and their first son, Joseph (later to be known as ‘Big Joe’) was born in 1932.

Phoebe recalled

We had our babies in the first year we were married and I was very ill for quite a long time after the baby was born. His name was Joe. I remember when he were borned, the doctor said to me “You’ve got a lovely baby boy”. He goes “8 pound and a quarter”. Of course, I was thrilled to death. He had long black hair, you know, and beautiful red, rosy cheeks, lovely pink complexion. And I said “Can I hold him?” He said “Yes” and ‘course I hold him for a little while and they brought the cot in, put him to bed. But oh, he was a lovely babe. But he never did cry. And the nurses used to call him ‘Peaceful Joe’.

And, all at once, you know, as I stopped there having my breakfast the nurse come running in and she said “I’ve just had your husband on the phone, Mrs. Smith”, she said. “My goodness”, she said., “I thought”, she said, “he were going to come right down the phone when I told him you had a lovely boy”.

To which Joe added

Well, I didn’t know anything about it, you see. I was working and I know she went to hospital because I went with her, practically. And she was ill overnight, you see. Well next morning I rang through, at the time when the babe was born… First time being a father, I didn’t know what to make of it.

In course of time Joe and Phoebe had seven sons: Joe, Henry, Israel (Nick), John, Emmanuel (Manny), Fred and Tom. Joe’s birth was registered in the Croydon district. The births of subsequent children were registered in the Billericay, Orsett, Thurrock or Chelmsford districts of Essex, with the youngest, Thomas being registered at Ipswich, Suffolk in 1953.

By the time of the September 1939 Register Joe had found them a home at 57 St Chad’s Road, Tilbury, Essex. His occupation was given as “Caterpillar Driver – Oil Co”. He was navvying with pick and shovel at the start of the war, but then  moved on to operating a D8 Caterpillar for around eighteen months:

And of course working one day and this machine come on there, this new machine. And it’s only about the second one in the country then. The D8 Caterpillar, a big Caterpillar, the D8 Caterpillar with a 12 yard scraper at the back. And we was cutting chalk, you see. And I stood looking at this machine and the foreman says to me, then – well I was interested in it – he said, “Do you think you could make a go of that?” And I said “Yes”. “Well,” he said, “go on, get on with it”.

This may have been a sedentary job, but it was physically demanding, and with a 180 horse power engine constantly revving it was so loud that Joe had to get off and walk away from the machine before he could hear what anyone was saying to him.

I have come ‘ome of a night time with, with my arms aching so I could hardly make a cigarette. Arm work all the time. It’s a sitting down job, but you have a strain on your arms all the time.

He also got diesel rash from working on the machine.

I had diesel rash. And your face all comes out. So I couldn’t shave about six weeks.

His war work for the Air Ministry took him to Scotland at one point.

So I went to Scotland. I thought it was  beautiful. I used to walk down Princes Street Garden. I think it was the wonderfullest place I ever been.

The work was even harder, however, as the frosty ground was so hard “we have to rip it up with the rippers before we can pick it up”.

At some point around 1943 Phoebe and Joe moved to Melton near Woodbridge, and this is where they remained for the rest of their lives. An obituary of his son Nick recalled that

It wasn’t a particularly easy childhood, the family were bombed out of 2 houses during the war, which led his father Joe, to come up to Suffolk and buy some land in Melton –  now named Smithfields – just opp Fairhead and Sawyer. Following the family tradition, they moved out of the home each spring, to work in the fields and come harvest time, Nick would be fruit picking and hop picking, before returning to Melton for the winter.2

In 1952 Joe was fined £2 for keeping two dogs without a licence. Reporting this, the local newspaper described him as a firewood merchant,3 but he subsequently moved into the scrap-metal business, also selling any antiques that Phoebe picked up – “I like to keep buying plenty. I can keep selling plenty then. And you earn plenty of money. Love it”. In addition, the family continued to do seasonal agricultural work.

Frank Purslow, writing in 1970, said:

Near a small Suffolk market town is a well-conducted scrap metal business run by Joe Smith and some of his sons. Next to the yard, in a neat garden, stands the Smiths’ bungalow (built mostly by family labour) surrounded by the trailers of the Smith boys and their families.4

Mike Yates, who began to visit the Smiths a little later in the 1970s wrote:

In those days Phoebe and her husband Joe were living in a bungalow at the side of a moderately busy road. There was a small scrap yard at the side of their home, where Joe and his sons worked.5

They had also kept a caravan some eighty miles away at Potton in Bedfordshire, as reported in the Biggleswade Chronicle, 22nd October 1971:

Wants to keep his caravan on Potton site

Pressing his case to be allowed to keep his caravan on land at Myers Road, Potton, a man told a planning inquiry recently he had nowhere else to go, if he had to leave the site.

Mr. Joseph Smith had asked Biggleswade RDC for permission to station his caravan on the land, but the council, acting for the county council, have refused.

Mr. Smith said he lived in the caravan with his wife and two children. For 28 years he lived at Woodbridge, Suffolk, but he frequently came to the Potton area to work in agriculture in the summer. In the winter he dealt in wood, scrap metal, and did casual farm work. He would rather have a base in Bedfordshire than move back to Woodbridge each winter.

“I have tried to buy a house in this area but I have been unsuccessful, as I am unable to get a mortgage. I have no regular income,” he said.

He bought the land in 1970, and at the time there was a caravan on it, occupied by a Mr. Ward.

SCREENED

His caravan cost £1,450, and it has mains water, bathroom, basin and flush toilet, it is not connected to the mains. There was also an outside toilet, and a soakaway dealt with surface water.

A hedge at the front of the site screened it from the road, and there was a railway embankment at the rear. He did not bring to the site any scrap metal and it was not his intention to do so.

Mr. A. W. Dennis, 2 Blackbird Street, Potton, county councillor for Potton, said the nearest approved caravan site was at Henlow. There was one at Stratton Park, Biggleswade, but that had numerous restrictions, and the county council been unsuccessful in attempts to get people on to this site.

The land on which the caravans stand was used as a rubbish dump until Mr. Smith took it, and his use of the land represented an improvement.

He owned the land before Mr. Smith — it was handed down to him in his grandfather’s will. He went to considerable expense to clear the ground and then sold it.

Mr. Peter England, assistant area planning officer, said the county council’s policy for Potton was for rounding off and infilling only within the existing limits. Mr. Smith’s land was outside what was regarded as the present and reasonable future development limits.

Any development outside this limit would have to be in the essential interests of agricultural management, and this had not been shown.

Residential caravans should be located on approved sites, on which suitable facilities were available.

Answering Mr. Timothy Sills, who represented Mr. Smith, Mr. England said this was not a “down” on caravans. The position would have been the same if Mr. Smith had applied to build a house on the site.

Joe is quoted here as saying that he and Phoebe had lived at Woodbridge for 28 years, and from this we can deduce that they had moved there in around 1943.

Peter Kennedy was given Phoebe and Joe’s details by various of her Scamp relations in Kent. He first visited them in 1954:

May 26th Wednesday – May 28th Friday: To Woodbridge Area. To Melton

Called on Smith’s (gypsies) – name given by Scamp’s in Kent — at first told they had moved! Eventually discovered that Joe Smith would be back later but was out scrap-metal dealing.

[…]

Spent evening with Joe Smith and wife (Mrs Smith is sister of Mrs Smith we recorded at Rainham and of Mrs Stanley alias Mrs Bird). Arranged recording evening Sunday. Joe Smith plays reels, hornpipes etc. on the fiddle — our first gipsy fiddler.6

The recording session planned at that time appears not to have taken place, and he was unsuccessful once again in 1955:

JUNE 15th. Left London and collected caravan at Woodbridge. Were not able to record Smiths. (gypsy singer and fiddler) as they were away for a few days 7

Kennedy finally managed to record Phoebe’s singing on Sunday 9th July 1956, although “Joe her husband had unfortunately hurt his hand in the meantime and was unable to play step-dance tunes on fiddle”.8 Joe did contribute to the conversation, however, and can be heard talking on Kennedy’s Folktracks release I am a Romany, (Folktrax FTX100, 1975). Kennedy later wrote

Although Phoebe & Joe were living in a bungalow with hop-plants in the garden, they still had their wagons there, alongside their scrap-metal business, and most of the chat and singing was around the campfire.9

Kennedy returned to make further recordings in 1962, and it was presumably on this occasion that he finally managed to record Joe playing the fiddle. On one of these visits he also recorded their eldest son Joe singing ‘The Riddle Song’ (Roud 330), and playing harmonica for Phoebe to dance to.

Songs

  • Lavender (Roud 854)
  • Oxford City (Roud 218)
  • The Squire and the Gypsy (Roud 229)

  1. This, and subsequent direct quotations are from the cassette I am a Romany, Folktrax FTX100 (1975) ↩︎
  2. Israel (Nick) Smith, Obituary, The Grundisburgh and District News, Summer 2017, https://www.grundisburghnews.org.uk/Obituaries/IsraelSmith.pdf ↩︎
  3. Suffolk Chronicle, 23 May 1952 ↩︎
  4. Frank Purslow, notes to Once I Had a True Love, Topic TSDL193 (1970) ↩︎
  5. Mike Yates, notes to The Yellow Handkerchief, Veteran VT136CD (2001) ↩︎
  6. Peter Kennedy, report to Marie Slocombe headed Recording Trip: The Border Country: June-July 1954https://www.peterkennedyarchive.org/1954-2/northumberland-1954/  ↩︎
  7. Peter Kennedy, report to Marie Slocombe headed Report: 1955 Scottish trip including Orkney Islandshttps://www.peterkennedyarchive.org/1955-2/orkneys-1955/ ↩︎
  8. Peter Kennedy, Report by Peter Kennedy on collecting trip to East Anglia, July 1956, https://www.peterkennedyarchive.org/1956-2/east-anglia-1956/ ↩︎
  9. Notes to I am a Romany, Folktracks FTX100 (1975), https://folktrax-archive.org/menus/cassprogs/100smith.htm ↩︎

Bill Scamp

William Scamp 1851–1931

Bill Scamp was the father of the singers Phoebe Smith and Charlie Scamp, and he was the source of some of the songs in Phoebe’s repertoire, including ‘Captain Thunderbolt’.

He was born – according to the information at findagrave.com – at Selling on 18th December 1851. He was the son of Riley Scamp and Sarah, née Lee. The 1861 census found the family living “In Tents, Broom Street, Graveney, Faversham”. Riley was listed as “Vagrant”. With him were three sisters and five brothers, their ages ranging from one to seventeen. Both William and his parents have proved elusive when searching the 1871 census, but in 1881 Riley and Sarah were in a “Gipseys Tent” at South Wall, Deal, while William was recorded at “New England under a Tent, Mersham”. His occupation was given as “Cutter & brazier” and he had with him two daughters and two sons, aged between 1 and 6: Clara Ann, Oliver, Betsy and George.

The Findagrave website records that in 1873 he married Louisa Lee, the daughter of Henry Lee and Mary Riley. She was born at Greenhithe on 10th May 1850, and bore William no fewer than sixteen children between 1870 and 1890 (this discrepancy between the birth of their first child and the date of their marriage rather flies in the face of the normal assertions – made for instance by Jasper Smith – that once a man and woman lay together they were considered married in the eyes of the Romany community). Sadly, one week after giving birth to her final child in 1892, she was admitted to Cane Hill Asylum, Coulsdon, Surrey. She died there on 26th Feb 1892, aged just 41, and was buried in the hospital cemetery.1

A couple of years after Louisa’s death Bill found himself in court and, subsequently, in prison. The Sussex Daily News, 26th September 1894, reported on his initial court hearing as follows:

REMARKABLE CHARGES OF THEFT.— William Scamp Mathews, a gipsy, was charged with stealing a brown mare, valued £12, at Crowborough, in October, 1893, the animal being the property of Frank Tompsett. Prosecutor said he turned the mare out in a field on October 12th, 1893, about 150 yards from his house, and fastened the gate. The next morning the mare was missing. On October 18th prosecutor and P.C. Allchorn went to New Cross, and found the mare in the yard of a person named Price. Witness did not know the prisoner. James Botton, of New Cross, deposed that he hired some stabling of Mr. Price. Prisoner, in October last year, drove up with the horse and wanted to sell it. Witness purchased the horse, cart, and harness for £6, and prisoner gave him a receipt for the money. Witness suspected subsequently that the horse, etc., had been stolen, and asked for his money back from Mathews. The latter said he had only £5 left, but would borrow the other and let him have it. Witness, however, saw no more of the man or the money. Witness gave up the horse and cart to Tomsett when the latter called with the police at New Cross. Prisoner here asked the Bench to make things light for him, as he had a lot of children, who were without a mother. He would not admit, however, that he had intended to steal the horse and cart. John Price, of Hale-street, Deptford, deposed that he let stables for hire. He remembered seeing a man drive up to his yard in October last year, and offer to sell a horse, cart, and harness, but witness did not purchase them. Witness had his suspicions, and informed the police of the matter. Witness had given the horse at his yard some good Deptford oats and beans, something better than Crowborough toppings (laughter). P.C. Allchorn deposed to finding the horse and cart at New Cross, and said he received Mathews on Monday week from the police at Tonbridge. Prisoner said he did not know where Crowborough was, but afterwards stated that he had been at Crowborough 14 years ago. Witness, however, had seen prisoner at Crowborough many times. Mathews was committed for trial at next Sussex Quarter Sessions.—He was next charged with stealing a light cart, valued at £12, from Thomas Smith, farmer, of Crowborough, on October, 1893. Prosecutor said he missed the cart from his yard at Crowborough, and had since identified it as his property. The previous witness Tompsett gave evidence as to finding the cart at New Cross, and P.C. Allchorn corroborated. Mathews was committed toc trial on this charge also.—Prisoner was further charged with stealing harness, valued at £2, from Job Smith. Job Smith, a dealer, said the harness was brass-mounted, and had been stolen from under a van at Crowborough on October 13th, 1893. The harness stolen was worth £2, and he identified it as his property. Prisoner was also committed for trial on this charge.

Essentially the same facts were rehearsed at the full trial, as reported in the Surrey Mirror, 20th October 1894

STEALING A CART : ROTHERFIELD

William Scamp, alias Mathew, 42, labourer, was indicted for feloniously stealing a mare, the property of Frank Tomsett, at Rotherfield, on October 12th, 1893; also for stealing on October 12th, 1893, a set of harness, the property of Job Smith; for stealing on October 18th, 1893, a cart, the property of Henry Smith.—Mr. W. W. Grantham prosecuted.—The charge of stealing the cart was first taken, and Mr. Henry Smith deposed to missing the vehicle on the day in question. He afterwards recovered it from the police.—A witness, named Botten, deposed to buying a cart from the prisoner in October 1893. He subsequently found something was wrong, and handed the cart over to the police.—P.C. Hawthorne said he received information about the matter about twelve months ago. About a month ago he saw prisoner at Crowborough, and arrested him.—Prisoner was found guilty, and a previous conviction was proved by a warder of the Canterbury prison.—The other charges were not proceeded with.—Prisoner asked for leniency on the ground that he had a large family, and no mother to look after them.— Sentenced to six months’ hard labour.

The previous conviction alluded to might have been for assault (Kentish Gazette, 12th July 1892), or being drunk and disorderly (Kentish Gazette, 20th May 1893). But, unusually, in neither case does the newspaper report mention that the defendant was a Gypsy; and, besides, there was at least one other man by the name of William Scamp living in Canterbury around this time.

In pleading for leniency with regard to the charges of theft, Bill sates that “he had a large family, and no mother to look after them”. Now, clearly, the children by his first wife Louisa had lost their mother. However later census data suggests that Bill had quickly remarried following Louisa’s death. His second wife was Ann Jones, who had been born at Forest Row, in Sussex, and their first child, Sydney, was born at Bexhill, Sussex, in March 1893. The 1901 census found the family residing at Stowting Lane, Stowting. The children with them at this time are listed below.

First nameRelationship to HeadAge
GeorgeSon21
SaulDaughter16
ClementineDaughter14
WilliamSon13
FloryDaughter11
AbseyDaughter9
SidneySon7
RileyDaughter5
SamSon2
PollyDaughter1

Presumably Absey was the final child born to Louisa, Sidney the first born to Ann.

Bill’s occupation in this census was given as “Hawker & peg maker”. His 21-year-old son George was down as “Peg maker”. A marginal note made by the enumerator states “All these people are living in tents. Gipseys alias Pikeys”.

By the time their daughter Phoebe was born in 1913 her parents had partially settled, although they still travelled around Kent and Essex for seasonal agricultural work. Phoebe was born in Tanner Street, Faversham. She told Peter Kennedy that when she was about four years old they went to live in Herne Bay, then to Ramsgate, when she was about ten, and later to Ickham. In 1921, the census enumerators found the family at Mystole Encampment, near Chilham. The children living with Bill and Ann at that time were listed as Sydney, Nigger, Joe, Louisa, Charlie, Edward, Henry, with seven-year-old Phoebe being the youngest. They were at that time going by the name of Matthews.2 The birth places listed for the children are evidence of the family’s peripatetic lifestyle: Bexhill, Hunton, Tenterden, Chilham and Faversham.

Bill Scamp died aged 79 at Minster-in-Thanet, on 22nd May 1931. He was buried in the cemetery at Minster-in-Thanet.3


  1. Louisa Lee Scamp, Find a Grave, https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/242771238/louisa-scamp ↩︎
  2. 20th century records generally have the surname as Matthews with two Ts, while those from the 19th century appear to spell the name Mathews with one T. Since the family themselves were almost certainly illiterate, this can be put down to the preferences of census enumerator and others when transcribing the name. ↩︎
  3. William Scamp, Find a Grave, https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/244201038/william-scamp ↩︎

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