Mick Haywood's Song Wordbook

Batley Years

McCaffery

When I first moved to Batley in the late 1960s and set out trying to unearth local songs, one of the first songs I happened upon was ‘McCaffery’. As I continued my search, I was surprised to find out how popular it was with Batley folk. Most of the indigenous Batley/Irish singers, had a version of the song in their repertoire, and amazingly the song is based on a true occurrence.

Old photo of Barracks building

Entrance to Fulwood Barracks
Image credit: Lancashire Post


Patrick McCaffery was born in Co. Kildare inOctober 1842. His father was an asylum governor who, upon being cleared of charges of misconduct, took off alone for America. His mother was unable to support Patrick in Ireland, so she sent him to stay with a friend in the Lancashire mill town of Mossley near Manchester, England. At the age of 12 he started work at a local mill. He then moved to Liverpool, but after a few brushes with the police there he moved back to Mossley and found employment in a cotton mill in Stalybridge.

On October 10th, 1860 he took the Queen’s shilling and enlisted in the 32nd (Cornwall) Regiment of Foot Soldiers (Light Infantry). After enlistment he was sent to Fulwood Barracks to commence his training.

The 11th Depot Battalion at Fulwood was under the command of Colonel Hugh Crofton, and the Adjutant, Captain John Hanham. McCaffery didn’t like the rigid discipline and was soon in their bad books.

On Friday 13th September, McCaffery was on sentry duty when the Adjutant ordered him to take the names of some children who were suspected of breaking the mess windows, McCaffery reluctantly obeyed, but only took the name of one child. He was charged, the next day, with neglect of duty, and sentenced by Colonel Crofton to 14 days confined to barracks.

Later that day he saw the two officers walking across the Infantry Square, loaded his rifle and fired. The shot missed its mark, so McCaffery re-loaded and fired again. This time the bullet struck Colonel Crofton, and passing through his breast, hit Captain Hanham, and lodged in his spine. The Colonel died the next evening, and Captain Hanham two days later.

In December he was sent to trial at Liverpool Assizes, found guilty and sentenced to be publically hung. The hanging took place in front of thousands of sympathisers, but with only three or four soldiers in attendance.

Old newspaper cutting about the execution of Patrick McCaffery

Newspaper Notice of McCaffery’s Execution

A broadside ballad hastily published afterwards with an subversive last verse added to enhance the popularity of the song. Also, to boost sales of the broadsheet, the original publishers started a rumour that the song had been banned by the military authorities.

"So, come all you officers take advice from me
And go treat your men with some decency
For its only lies and a tyranny
That have made a martyr of McCaffery".

- the subversive last verse.

McCaffery

Kind friends give a warning to my sad tale
As I lie here in Strangeways Jail,
My thoughts, my feelings no tongue can tell
As I am listening to the prison bell.

When I was only eighteen years of age
Into the army I did engage,
I left my home with a good intent
For to join the forty-second regiment.

To Fulwood Barracks I then did go
To spend some time at that depot,
From trouble there I was never free
Because my Captain took a dislike to me.

While I was stationed on guard one day
Some soldiers' children came near me for to play
My officer from his quarters came
And ordered me for to take their parents names.

My officers order I did fulfil
I took a name against my will
But, took one name instead of three
Neglect of duty they brought against me.

So with a loaded rifle I did prepare
To shoot my captain in the barracks square
It was Captain Hanham I meant to kill
But I shot my colonel against my will.

I done the deed I shed their blood
And at Liverpool Assizes my trial I stood
And the Judge he said McCaffery
Prepare yourself for the Gallows Tree.

I have no father to take my part
I have no mother to break her heart
I have one friend and a girl is she
Who'd lay her life down for McCaffery.

In Liverpool City this young man was tried
In Strangeways Manchester his body lies
So all young fellows who pass this way
Pray spare a thought for McCaffery.

About Mick

Mick Haywood is a traditional folk singer & folk song collector who has run and organised folk clubs and festivals for many years. He now lives in Whitby, North Yorkshire.