In 1877 Colonel Rolleston's beloved regimental brass band was under threat of disbandment. In today's tale from Watnall Hall we look at an anonymous poem, of epic scale, which appeared in a local paper, heartily singing the band's praises and speculating who could have proposed such a dastardly act. It pulls no punches and, interestingly, also shines a light on the personalities of some of the South Notts Hussars officers including Colonel Rolleston himself...
This picture of the band at camp is dated 1901 |
THE SOUTH NOTTS. YEOMANRY BAND
Pity the sorrows of a fine old band !
Who eight weeks since their cool quietus got —
Who's occupation now, alas! is gone—
Oh! sympathize with their untimely lot.
No more shall we in merry, laughing May,
March at the head of our admired corps—
No more will Bulwell Forest's welkin ring
With sounds of martial music as of yore.
No more shall note of cornet, beat of drum,
Outside the windows of the “George" Hotel,
Be heard by those at mess, whose manly breasts
With soup and military ardour swell.
No more in Nottingham great Market Place
Shall we with waltz, or march, or overture,
Enchant the ear of music-loving crowds,
Whose presence such a band can well secure.
No more to galas, parties, or to fĂȘtes,
Shall we assemble in our warlike dress ;
Farewell to happy balls and bright reviews ;
Oh, pity us in this our sore distress !
Farewell brass scabbard sword, and cap of pink!
Farewell approving smiles of women fair!
Farewell the scarlet bag and busby tall!
All now, alas! is horrible despair.
But who has pitched us all to Coventry?
Who's at the bottom of this heartless deed ?
Ah! who has sent a yeomen band away,
Unmatched in talent, ‘tis by all agreed.
‘Tis not the doing of a belted Earl—
Manvers and meanness are too far apart;
And the young scion of that ancient house
Is blest by nature with a generous heart.
It can't be Francklin—for he dearly loves
To keep alive the honours of the past—
A Saxon gentleman of good degree,
We'll not on him such foul suspicion cast.
And Rolleston, too, the Master of the Hounds—
A rider bold—possessed of liberal heart—
He’s not the man to do it—well we know
In every kindly deed he bears his part.
I dare net mention Fellows, Massey, Strutt,
Lieutenant Heymann, and young Thackeray too—
Such men, with proud disdain, would spurn the act—
Then who is guilty? echo answers “Who?"
Oh! that brave Chaworth were amongst us still—
"Squire well worthy his time-honoured name ;
How he'd have spumed such paltry niggard act,
And his true, knightly bosom swelled with shame !
Oh, ghost of Moore! blest shade of Robert Holden !
Rise from your graves, with anger on your features—
Rebuke with sternness these degenerate knaves,
These wretched, stingy, economic creatures !
Mark the bold Robin Hoods !—no gentle blood
Flows in the veins of those who hold command *—
But each would hide his mean, dishonoured head,
If it were mooted to discharge the band.
Let not your chivalry, ye brave South Notts,
Be sullied by this pettifogging action ;
Recall the band, and then out with the cash,
And pay each man his money to the fraction.
A little less of the Nicotian weed-—
A trifle less of wine—and then I'll bet,
You'll not a copper farthing poorer be,
And we shall all our usual stipend get.
‘Tis said next year, you'll try a German band--
Well, you may try it—we are well contented;
Germans are soldiers—their superior drill
May be of service if they're not prevented.
For one week's pay a year we will not come,
And if you do not like it, you may lump it;
If Germans fail, why then by all means give
Each member of the Staff—a penny trumpet !
ONE OF THE BAND
* I accept His Grace of St. Albans, who is not an active member of the corps; Quietus - death or something that causes death, regarded as a release from life.
The mounted band in 1898 |
Alas, at yet another Territorial Army reorganisation in 1999 the band was officially disbanded, but it still continues to parade and perform, voluntarily and unpaid, and now officially as the South Notts Hussars Association Band.
South Notts Hussars in the Market Square, Nottingham |
The busby was replaced by the scarlet shako for the band in 1853, six years after the rest of regiment had been issued with it. The plume was black like those of the regiment but the cap-lines were speckled. In 1865 the whole regiment changed over to wearing the busby and the band and trumpeters followed suit but had a scarlet plume instead of the white over red plume.
The musicians in the main photo wear the serge frocks issued to the regiment in 1898 to replace the stable jackets. The pillbox forage cap was scarlet with yellow cap-band. The sergeant has a wide gold band and the bandmaster, in frock-coat, has an officer-style cap with gold braid figuring on top. All the men have the new badge on their collars, the acorn and oak-leaves.
Band members
From the 1894 Muster Roll it is possible to pick out 18 of the band members:
A Squadron (Holme and Bingham) - Bandsmen William Taylor (Bandmaster), Charles Taylor, Albert Corner; Trumpteer Sgt. Thomas Wakefield, Trumpteer Private John Holland
B Squadron (Watnall) - Bandsmen Henry Hines, Thomas Hopewell, Walter Meakin; Trumpeteer Privates James Baxter, George Peet
C Squadron (Nottingham) - Bandsmen Albert Redgate, Charles Jarvis, Francis Moore; Trumpeteer Sgt. Charles Churchill
D Squadron (Wollaton) - Bandsmen George Driver, Frederick Linney, Francis Richardson; Trumpteer Sgt. Edward Cheetham
Sources and picture credits:
History of the South Notts Yeomanry Cavalry 1794 to 1894 by George Fellows; The British Empire website https://www.britishempire.co.uk/; https://www.britishempire.co.uk/forces/armyunits/yeomanry/southnottshussars.htm; The Royal Lancers and Nottinghamshire Yeomanry Museum, Thoresby https://rlnymuseum.co.uk/south-notts-hussar/
Notes:
1 - Guidon - a small flag especially : one borne by a military unit as a unit marker. 2 : one who carries a guidon.
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