Roger began treatment for hepatitis at the Royal Free Hospital in Hampstead - and he wanted to continue earning his living by performing on his good days. He was distressed to find that London busking had been institutionalized: he wanted his voice and instrument to be encountered by chance, to be an engaging surprise. The image he conjured then reminds me now of the barefooted hurdy-gurdy man in Wilhelm Muller's poem set by Schubert for the song cycle, 'Winterreise'.
Roger always carried a pad, pen and pencil. Here, from his notebooks, are the lyrics to two of his street songs. I assume the first is to be sung in 3/4 time.
Roger's re-working of one of his French songs, 'Carousel'. I like the implicit pun on Mayor-Ego-round.
'I'm Three Hundred and Four'