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Thread #101024 Message #2034103
Posted By: sian, west wales
24-Apr-07 - 04:52 AM
Thread Name: Anti Henrietta o Chicago
Subject: RE: Anti Henrietta o Chicago
I'd be very surprised if it WAS in the Traditional Ballad Index! (But tickled pink.)
I think it has been performed by a number of groups, but probably originally composed for Bois y Frenni, a men's 'party' or small choir in North Pembrokeshire.
Re: the tune at the link, that's "Rally round the Flag" or "Marching Through Georgia" yes? (I'm not sure of the title.) If you've heard the recording, I guess you understand that it's a bit inaccurate to use the tune 'straight up' as it were. It's been adapted for 'Anti Henrietta'.
W. R. Evans wrote the words, and he was a north Pembrokeshire poet - around Crymych I think. He wrote a lot of stuff along these lines and I have one of his "slim volumes" published in 1940. Some great comic stuff including "Lord Ho Ho", "Y Gas Mask" and "Ffarwel Sospan". I won't translate, as they're pretty obvious, particularly if you remember that these are from the early war years. A good number of them are written to tunes which would have been popular ones of the day - Community Song Book and music hall stuff. Many which we would consider 'American' - "Little Brown Jug", "Oh Susannah", "John Brown's Body" - something which is a tradition in itself in maritime Wales.
Gomer Press republished some of his work in Cerddi Bois y Frenni a few years - with a forward by poet Dic Jones.
Anyway, the words:
I have an aunty who lives across the sea, Aunty Henrietta from Chicago; And when she comes to us on a vist, I'm afraid to see her, sure enough, Aunty Henrietta from Chicago.
Chorus; A fine old lady she is, remember, A kind old lady, full of fun and sport and spree, But when she comes to visit us, I try to stay away from Aunty Henrietta from Chicago
Henrietta never says, "How are you," or "Hello" … But plants a smacker of a kiss to each of the family in turn … (Chorus)
It would be better if she just said, "So long now" or "Good-bye" … And believe me or not – but I get all shy. (Chorus)
When she gives me a kiss I shut my eyes tight … And when she's finished I pretend to call the dog** (Chorus)
She really slaps on the lipstick, like every woman cutting a dash; There will be red spots under my nose mixed up in my moustache. (Chorus)
It's horrible to be kissed when you're in a crowd But that's just the way Aunty is, I make her quite proud … (chorus)
No matter what I'm wearing, rags or corduroy, Aunty will give me a big kiss, saying, "Lovely boy"
And even though she gives me cigarettes galore I still give thanks for the great Atlantic, and the vast distances of the ocean. (Chorus)
When I take her to catch the train, to the station in the trap, In front of the guard and all the swanks, she gives me a kiss – slap! (Chorus)
It would be a blessing if she would just find herself a husband And give all her soft molly-coddling to him, across the sea (Chorus)
(**well: literally 'bitch', but I don't think there's a double reference intended; not sure what the reference is, actually, but it may be something idiomatic which I just don't get)