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Thread #69336   Message #2466717
Posted By: Joe Offer
15-Oct-08 - 06:04 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Sweet Fanny Adams
Subject: ADD Version: Sweet Fanny Adams
Annie posted lyrics that are almost identical at the beginning to those found in Peter Kennedy's Folksongs of Britain & Ireland, #333. Singer: Vincent Vashti, Sixpenny Handley, Wiltshire. Kennedy's recording of Vashti was on the Caedmon/Topic LP, Folk Songs of Britain, Vol. VII. As far as I can tell, the recording has not been reissued. Note that the Kennedy book has one additional verse, and significant differences in other verses toward the end.
Annie's version makes a little more sense to me.
-Joe-


SWEET FANNY ADAMS

Now, mothers dear, who love your little children,
Pray listen awhile unto me:
I once had a daughter like an angel,
But now from all trouble she is free.

CHORUS:
Shall I never see thee more, my dearest Fanny?
My child that I so fondly did love
Was slain and cut to pieces by a villain,
But now she's in Heaven above.

On Saturday the twenty-first of August,
My poor Fanny and her sister went to play
With another little girl, Minnie Warren,
Little thinking of danger on her way.

But soon they met with young Frederick Baker,
Who's a clerk in solitary we hear,
His parents well-to-do and much respected
At Alton in the county of Hampshire.

Three halfpence the monster gave the children,
To go sweetmeats for to buy;
My poor Fanny's hand he dragged bewildered
To the hollow as she bitterly did cry.

When the children came home without my Fanny,
The neighbors searched the fields all around;
In the hop-yard the head with the eyes out,
And the left ear cut off upon the ground.

Both arms and one leg cut from the body,
Such a cruel deed too strong that man of earth
Was to hide such a crime so bewildered,
My child cut to pieces dead in dearth.

She oftentimes would wander with her sister
In the fields gathering wild flowers gay;
I love her the more when I miss her
My sorrow I shall never drive away.


Supposing he so cruelly violate her,
My child, scarcely eight years of age
Was slain and cut to pieces by a villain,
But now he's lying in the silent grave.


Is this the tune you know, Annie?

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Here is the Traditional Ballad Index entry for this song: