I found this blog thanks to The Celestial Monochord.2. for each performer on the anthology, files of other songs he/she/they recorded
I found this blog thanks to The Celestial Monochord.
At the suggestion of John Garst (see yesterday's post) I searched for a copy of Songs of the Cowboys. The original edition, by Jack Thorp, was published in 1908. It was a mere 50 pages long, consisting of 23 cowboy songs. That edition contained a version of "Cow Boy's Lament" (aka "Streets of Laredo") that I had not encountered before:SHE'S GONE, LET HER GO
They say true love is a blessing,
But the blessing I never could see,
For the only girl I ever loved
Has done gone back on me.
Chorus.
She's gone, let her go, God bless her,
For she's mine wherever she may be,
You may roam this wide world all over,
But you'll never find a friend like me.
There may be a change in the weather,
There may be a change in the sea,
There may be a change all over,
But there'll never be a change in me.
It's easy to think of this as the likely inspiration for the song discussed in the entry below.
Buried on the 348th page of American Air Service historian Edgar S. Gorrell's book Gorrell's History of the American Expeditionary Forces Air Service, 1917-1919 (stored at the U.S. National Archives and Records Administration - NARA) is a song with some resemblance to "St. James Infirmary." Gorrell assembled a few pages of songs enjoyed by the World War One airmen. These words introduce this section of the document (obviously written by someone with less than expert proficiency on a typewriter): GOD BLESS HER
Oh she turned me down last summer
For she said she didn't love me anymore;
But now she has written that she'll be my wife
An I've gone and joined the Flying Corps.
She has gone, let her go, God Bless her
She is mine wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
But she'll never find another like me.
Oh there may come a change in the weather
And there may come a change in the sea.
And there may come a change all over
But there will never come a change in me.
She has gone, let her go, God Bless her.
She is mine wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
But she'll have to fly to France to catch me.
Oh I've looked at the girls in New York
In London and gay Paris
And there’s one conclusion that I have got
There are other little fishes in the sea.
She has gone, let her go, God Bless her
She is mine wherever she may be
She wanted to marry a tin soldier
But a home-guard I never would be.


I have been exchanging emails with Mike Kelsey, dj of a really interesting radio show at the WFHB community radio station in Bloomington, Indiana.
Back on November 23rd, 2008 I posted an article about Jack Shea, with an mp3 of him singing the Irving Mills/Cliff Friend song "Lovesick Blues" in 1922. This afternoon I received a note from Anonymous, declaring "Say, that's the prolific Irving Kaufman in a bluesy frame of mind as 'Jack Shea'."
We've finally finished much of the work on the photo website (you can see that here, although it has nothing to do with St. James Infirmary) and so here's another post. I had been planning something about the song collector Dorothy Scarborough, but in the meantime came across this.