John Jeffreys - Merry Eye

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On the day ere I was born
Underneath the ragged thorn
Three old women hobbled by

One, she had an empty sack
One, she had a humpy back
One, she had a merry eye

So the day that I was born
Underneath the ragged thorn
As I lay upon the sack
With my little humpy back
I was christened Merry Eye
 
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John Jeffreys (1927-2010) was born to Welsh parents in Thanet, Kent, and composed very much in a traditional English pastoral vein. Unable to receive much recognition in the 1970s, he destroyed much of his music and worked as a garden designer for council housing, writing a couple of books on the subject. However, in the following decade, he found a tape of his works and was able to reconstruct some of his music.