THE LETTERS OF RALPH VAUGHAN WILLIAMS

[Sometime between 1938 and 1946]

So now you come to London he says,
Its this a fine lady ’ll make you,
And you shall enjoy a silken gown,
Diamond rings & gold laces.

I’d rather be a poor man’s wife
And sit at my wheel a-spinning,
Than I wd. be a lawyer’s jade
Or be in a place of roaming and go no more

Butterworth¹

And now she is a poor man’s wife
Her husband dearly loves her
She lives a sweet contented life
No lady in town is above her.²

W Daniels
Selscombe
Ockham Drive
G.H.³

1.  The purpose of this note here is not clear.
2.  Pencil draft in UVW’s hand found in her papers.
3.  Note in VW’s hand.