Azizi-

I'm impressed with the analysis you're providing in this thread. The independent fraternity that I belonged to for about a year had no singing or chanting that appealed to me, nor were they much interested in folk music. We moved our table of friends over to the Union in the spring.

There were some interesting chants that had been passed down from one class to another. One that I recall went:

Beatles don't decay,
Beatles don't decay,
Beatles don't decay, my love,
Beatles don't decay!

Choose a ribbon blue,
Choose a ribbon red,
Choose a ribbon black, my love,
For my beatle's dead!

Three blind mice are dead,
Three blind mice are dead;
See how they lie,
See how they lie!

Cold grey bodies on the slab,
See how they lie!

Maybe one had to be there to appreciate such poetry, back in the early 60's, with a full moon overhead inspiring one to howl!

Cheerily,
Charley Noble