Congratulations for having the courage to point out that There were Roses is bloody dreary. I second that.

At the recent Fred Jordan memorial day I got totally sick of To Be A Farmer's Boy. But I never like it anyway.

I cringe at Morris tunes murdered by those who've lost sight of the fact that they're for dancing. The Princess Royal in particular. (I don't, btw, include the rendition by a certain well-known duo. You could dance to that, so long as you were fit enough to keep up).