Fred Hamer collection (NSA Tape 86)
Material type: MusicPublisher number: C 433 / 86 (h4036 - unidentified & not numbered) | NSAPublication details: NSA, 1950-1969.Description: 1 audiocassette : analogAvailable additional physical forms:- From original at NSA.
Item type | Home library | Collection | Shelving location | Class number | Materials specified | Status | Date due | Barcode | |
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Sound Recordings | VWML | Hamer Recordings | Storage | SCS 560 (Browse shelf(Opens below)) | Reference only | SR00732 |
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Cassette.
(Sides 1 & 2 of side 1 of original tape: duration ca. 66"). [unidentified male singer]: [unidentified song] -- [unidentified song]: Old England long expected a [?] to our fleet -- [unidentified song]: In Thornymore [?] Woods in Nottingham -- [unidentified song]: Plashing? time is here again (possibly threshing) -- [unidentified song]: There was a ship from London came -- [unidentified song]: As I walked down by the Oxborough [?] banks -- Barbara Allen[?] It was one day in the month of May -- [unidentified song]: So come all you ladies gay -- [unidentified song]: Come all you [?]ing lovers -- [unidentified song]: Oh I sowed the seeds of love -- Maynard, Mr: A wager a wager -- Maynard, Mr: Tom Pearce lend me your old mare -- Maynard, Mr: Listen be in [?] and my work is done -- Maynard, Mr: As I was going to Aylesbury -- Maynard, Mr: It was early one morning young Willy rose -- Maynard, Mr: When [?] and chance for to roam -- [unidentified male singer] performing [unidentified songs]: One night sad and languid I went to my bed -- Oh the London steamer sailed away -- A ship she lay in harbour in Liverpool docks a moored -- Where as we were good sailing five cold and frosty nights.
From original at NSA.