Mr. Daniel Radford, of Mount Tavy, was an enthusiastic lover of all that pertained to his county. He knew that a number of traditional songs and ballads still floated about, and he saw clearly that unless these were at once collected, they would be lost irretrievably, and he pressed on me the advisability of making a collection, and of setting about it at once. I began to do so in 1888, and continued at it, working hard for twelve years, assisted by Mr. Sheppard and Mr. Bussell. Mr. Radford was one for whom I entertained the deepest affection, inspired by his high character; and I knew that what he judged to be advisable should be undertaken in no perfunctory way. Mr. Radford died January 3rd, 1900, at the age of seventy-two, and was buried in Lydford churchyard. The beautiful rood-screen in the church has been erected by his sons to his memory. In the collection, the music initialed H.F.S. has the accompaniment arranged for the piano by Mr. Sheppard, that initialed C.J.S. by Mr. C.J. Sharp; that F.W.B. by Dr. Bussell. [Illustration] No. 1 BY CHANCE IT WAS H.F.S. [Music] 1 By chance it was I met my love, It did me much surprise, Down by a shady myrtle grove, Just as the sun did rise. The birds they sang right gloriously, And pleasant was the air; And there was none, save she and I, Among the flowers fair. 2 In dewy grass and green we walk'd, She timid was and coy; "How can'st thou choose but pity me, My pretty pearl, my joy? How comes it that thou stroll'st this way? Sweet maiden, tell me true, Before bright Phoebus' glittering ray Has supped the morning dew?" 3 "I go to tend the flocks I love The ewes and tender lambs, That pasture by the myrtle grove, That gambol by their dams; There I enjoy a pure content At dawning of the day," Then, hand in hand, we lovers went To see the flock at play. 4 And as we wended down the road, I said to her, "Sweet Maid, Three years I in my place abode And three more must be stayed. The three that I am bound so fast, O fairest wait for me. And when the weary years are past Then married we will be." 5 "Three years are long, three times too long, Too lengthy the delay." O then I answered in my song, "Hope wastes them quick away. Where love is fervent, fain and fast, And knoweth not decay. There nimbly fleet the seasons past Accounted as one day." No. 2 THE HUNTING OF ARSCOTT OF TETCOTT C.J.S. [Music] 1 In the month of November, in the year fifty-two, Three jolly Fox-hunters, all Sons of the Blue, They rode from Pencarrow, not fearing a wet coat, To take their diversion with Arscott of Tetcott. Sing fol-de-rol, lol-de-rol, la-de, heigh-ho! Sing fol-de-rol, lol-de-rol, la-de, heigh-ho! 2