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Ben Boucher sold his poems around the Dudley area, reportedly charging a penny a sheet. [1] According to C.F.G Clarke, he wrote many hundred comical verses but only a few of his poems have been preserved. [1]
According to Clarke, Boucher "took up all sorts of sad, grim, and pleasurable subjects, from the hanging of some wretch at Stafford Gaol, to a dog, or cock fight at Sedgley, or Tipton".
On the death of Dr. Luke Booker, Vicar of Dudley (which happened away from Dudley):
St. Luke is dead—a Poet and Divine—
I hope his spirit doth in glory shine.
To save expense, and the roads being ugly,
Or the Doctor would have come to Dudley.
Written after the old St. Thomas’s Church, Dudley was demolished (and some furnishings sent to nearby Gornal):
The seats and the windows, ah, and the clock too,
Were sent on to Gornal, to their Gornal crew;
For the sand men and asses, for to go to church,
And the people of Dudley were left in the lurch.
Opening of "Lines On Dudley Market", 1827:
At Dudley Market, now I tell,
Most kind of articles they sell;
The women take the greatest care
To buy up crocks and earthenware,
Milkpans, and colliers’ tots,
Coloured cups and chamber-pots.
Old shoes to sell, there stands close by,
With shabby strings—the same they tie;
If in those shoes you walk about,
The bottoms soon will tumble out—
On a horse kept in poor condition by a local tailor: [1]
His back it is both long and thin,
His belly has got no corn therein;
He looks both naked and forlorn,
And takes the whip instead of corn.
On a Waterloo Veteran: [1]
Charley was young and in his prime,
A courting went to widow Pincher;
She was shy, and fair, and fine,
He was constant and no flincher.
The time arrived when they got married,
She had houses, and cows, Sirs, four,
But Charley soon them all did swallid,
And left her in an evil hour;
He went and drank just like an ass,
Then came home as you may guess
And found her dead; but was not wise,
So he’d make her do the exercise;
The women did not like such jokes,
So they sent off for T. Pitt Stokes—
Who neck and crop to the Workhouse took him
And in the dungeon they did hook him.
This madman told the gentlemen,
That he would fetch her back again,
So they kept him there till she was buried,
When he got home he was most worried.
Boucher wrote a number of poems on the politics of Dudley. According to a newspaper article written after his death, Boucher would take payment for writing poems attacking political opponents. [2] For example on the occasion of the 1832 election he wrote poems in support of the candidate John Campbell, including one mocking Campbell's opponent, Sir Horace St. Paul, entitled Tripe and cowheels. [7]
A newspaper article quotes the chorus of a poem written as an "election squib" around 1832: [8]
Each proud upstart Tory
Was top full of glory
Whilst filling his belly with tripe.
On the local Radical politician Samuel Cook, who owned a draper's shop in Dudley High Street, he wrote: [1]
In Dudley town there lives a man
Who deals in silk and clothes, sir;
If you trust him your mutton to Cook,
He’ll be sure to spoil your broth, sir.
John Williams was a draper of the town who had supported reform and had been the Chairman of the reformist electoral campaign for Worcestershire in 1831. This had allegedly resulted in him being expelled from the Bowling Green by political opponents. [1] For the 1832 Dudley campaign, Williams supported the anti-reform candidate, inspiring Boucher to write:
Where is big John the draper gone,
Chairman at last election,
The Bowling Green, that source of spleen
Which led to his detection.
On the Dudley Election of 1834 (won by Thomas Hawkes) [1]
Hawkes to Cape—ll gave a note,
And for five pounds bought his vote;
He therefore thus did change his coat
And to the Tories gave his vote.
