In these hard times
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First published | 1924 |
Lyrics | RP Weston | Music | Fred Barnes | Roud | RN23324 |
Music Hall Performers | Whit Cunliffe 1920/30s |
Folk performances | Source singer: Ernie Payne, 1979, Avon, England Bill Smith, 1982, Shropshire, England Modern performances: Roy Bailey |
Things are bad, awful bad, In fact they've never been worse before But every single chappie can make a girlie happy Food is dear, rent is dear, But love is cheap for the time of year So grab the nearest Miss And whisper while you kiss. In these hard times you've got to put up with anything In these hard times you mustn't pick and choose' And if you're nice, and squeeze her tight She'll ask you round tomorrow night If you don't mind sitting without a light In these hard times. Farmer Brown came to town He spent the day at the cattle show Then went to wet his whistle, inside the hotel Cecil Lady fair, near him there Had all her neck and shoulders bare Said Farmer Brown 'Alack' As he saw her dainty back. In these hard times you've got to put up with anything In these hard times you mustn't pick and choose This fancy kind of o' dress ye wear Leaves all ye neck and shoulders bare But you're lucky to be dressed up to there.' In these hard times. Missis Green, rather mean Went out last Saturday marketing And saw out in the gutter, a codfish on a shutter She felt its gums, poked her thumbs All round the fish and she said 'Oh crumbs It don't look nice at all' Then the coster had to bawl In these hard times you've got to put up with anything In these hard times you mustn't pick and choose' That codfish there's a sacrifice, And I ask ye Ma'am would you look nice If you'd 'ave been torpedoed twice, in these hard times?'
From the prolific pen of RP Weston, this time with Fred Barnes, a song remembered by traditional performers half a century later. A song reflecting wartime austerity, but published a few years after the Great War.
Whit Cunliffe (1876-1966), described affectionately by one of the historians of the halls, MacQueen-Pope, as somehow both “a man of the people”, and “a bit of a dandy“. He dressed in a “mauve frock coat and other garments to match” and seemed to have a knack for getting the audience involved in his songs and repartee.
Sources:
- Kilgarriff, Sing us
- Entries in the Roud Indexes at the Vaughn Williams Memorial Library: https://archives.vwml.org/search/all:single[folksong-broadside-books]/0_50/all/score_desc/extended-roudNo_tr%3A23324
- Lyrics and sheet music: monologues.co.uk
- MacQueen Pope: The Melodies
Roy Bailey sings it: