I’ve been listening to Nic Jones (great man; his set at Towersey a few years ago is one of the highlights of my musical experience) and, well, after an evening in the company of Annachie Gordon and a Bonny Light Horseman, pondering the wisdom of crossing the Clyde Water to the Banks of Fordie, whilst waiting for the Daemon Lover to come along in the company of Master Kilby so we all could sail away to the Lakes of Shillin, I wrote the following:
Love in folk songs: a warning to the inexperienced
In a folk song
Before too long
Love will go wrong
Every time.Love is woken
Words are spoken
A promise broken
Every time.There’s but one rule:
She’s a young fool
He is so cruel
Every time.She’s believing
He’s deceiving
Quickly leaving
Every time.If not one lover
Wronging the other
It’s his mother
Every time.Love ends badly
Love ends sadly
Never gladly
Every time.
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