Louie Fuller

Louie Fuller was born in Woolwich, London on 6 June 1914 where her father worked at Woolwich Arsenal.  The family was living in West London, around Ladbrooke Grove in the Thirties, but she moved to Newchapel in Surrey with her Traveller husband at the outbreak of war to avoid the bombing. Steve Pennells remembers, “I went to see her at home – a DIY bungalow of wood, felt and corrugated iron on a small scrap yard deep in a copse reached via a long narrow track near Newchapel.”

Her husband (Saunders) died in the early seventies and she remarried – to his best friend (Fuller)- so that it was as Louie Fuller that she appeared on Topic’s LP Green Grows the Laurels, in 1976.  Her second husband died in the 1980s and she moved from Newchapel to a council house in Lingfield.

Ken Stubbs recorded her singing in 1960 and she was also recorded by Tony Wales and John Howson. Ken invited her to the pub singing evenings that he organised in Marsh Green and elsewhere. She was a singer of great style and spirit and her smiling face and great delivery quickly gained her admirers. She learned songs from both her parents and, in particular her Hopping Down In Kent became widely known. She would tell stories of her days spent in the hop fields when she sang this song.

She loved singing and always seems to agree to go and sing whether it was during the interval at the bingo in her local old folks’ home or in pub sessions, folk clubs, concerts or at the National Folk Festival.

(Vic Smith 2016)

Photo by Ronald Stevens of Mrs Louey Sanders (from Ken Stubbs’ “The Life Of A Man”)

Profile of Louie Fuller, by Vic Smith

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Margaret Louise ‘Louie’ Fuller (nee Brooks) (1916- ), by Clive Bennett

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[On yonder hill] stood young Maria

FOGGY FOGGY DEW, THE

I am a bachelor I live all alone

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[I am a young] damsel and my age is sixteen

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You hear what makes us darkies weep

TWENTY ONE YEARS

Oh the judge said stand up, boy, and dry up your tears

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On yonder hill stood young Maria

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Now some say hopping's lousy, I don't believe it's true

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