No indeed - in fact Paul Adams of Fellside Recordings, in Workington, tried for many years to trace said Huxtable. When he actually tried to get more info from Bert, he was suitably vague about it I understand!

Having said which, Recruited Collier to Lloyd's tune is a cracking good song.

If anyone's interested, this is Jenny's Complaint:

JENNY'S COMPLAINT         Robert Anderson
                       Air: Nancy's to the greenwood gane


O Lass! I've fearfu' news to tel! What thinks te's cum owre Jemmy?
   The sowdgers hev e'en pick'd him up,
And sent him far, far frae me:
   To Carel he set off wi' wheat;
Them ill reed-cwoated fellows
   Suin wil'd him in – then meade him drunk:
He'd better geane to th' gallows.

The varra seet oo' his cockade
   It set us aw a –crying;
For me, I fairly fainted twice,
   T'ou may think that was tryin';
My fadder wad hae paid the smart,
   And show'd a gowden guinea;
But, lack-a-day! He'd kiss'd the buik,
   And that'll e'en kill Jenny.

When Nichol tells about the wars,
   It's waur than deeth to hear him;
I oft steal out, to hide my tears,
   And cannot, cannot bear him;
For aye he jibes, and cracks his jwokes,
   And bids me nit forseake him;
A brigadier, or grenadier,
   He says they'r sure to meake him.

If owre the stibble fields I gang,
   I think I see him ploughin',
And iv'ry bit o'bread I eat,
   It seems o'Jemmy's sowin':
He led the varra cwoals we burn,
And when the fire I's leetin',
   To think the peats were in his hands,
It sets my heart a-beatin'.

What can I de? I nowte can de,
   But whinge and think about him:
For three lang years he follow'd me,
   Now I mun live widout him!
Brek heart, at yence, and tehn it's owre!
   Life's nowte widout yen's dearie,
I'll suin lig in my cauld, cauld grave,
   For, oh! of life I'm weary!