I'd quite forgotten I had written the sleeve notes to The Dubliners 'Recorded Live at the Albert Hall' 1968. I did a small peice of doggeral for each singer and for Luke I wrote:

And then there's carrot headed Luke,
Who's never seen without a book!
Smollet, Joyce or Dostoevsky,
Luke takes as smoothly as malt whiskey.
And every word that Tolstoy wrote,
Our Luke can quote, and quote, and quote!
At singin he's beyond compare,
No skylark warbles quite so rare,
With banjo gripped in both his hands,
Legs wide apart, he takes his stand.
His beards, his cheeks, his eyes, his head,
A burning mass of fiery red,
What will he sing? our Luke's no prude,
'The Rocks of Baun' or jus 'Hey Jude'.

and that was 35 years ago..