Now this stirred me into life on a weary, frosty morn and Jon says, “Heard this first from the brilliant Folly Bridge (I think still available on Wild Goose). Fay then came across it again whilst researching the Huddleston collection.” I’ll have to ask Jon for clarification on Folly Bridge as I can’t find anything to help me nail that. It is of course on Fay’s excellent Looking Glass and I’ve recently posted her response to being nominated in The Folk Awards Horizon category here. Mudcat has a thread here, although the originator’s appeal for the meaning of this seems to have been ignored. I can’t think that’s particularly surprising, however, as this jolly little ditty seems utterly nonsensical to me. If you know differently please enlighten us. I can’t help but feel that with the Blacksmith in the ale house, the landlord getting drunk and the ladies being shown the hounds by the light of the moon that this is a bawdy little number, but that makes the shepherd a bit of an enigma. Still whatever it’s about, it’s good to hear Jon and Fay together on this – a nice flourish at the end too.
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