McGrath's Comments:  Here's a new one I put on a recent thread.  I post it again, rather than just the link because the words have changed a wee bit now in the singing.  I wrote this after a day out at Moreton Midsummer Village Day, a few miles from Harlow, where all kinds of singers and musicians and dancers from around the area gather for a weekend every summer.

As We Keep The Old Music Alive by McGrath of Harlow

Somehow it seems there are always a few
And we do what we can and we do what we do,
There's her and there's him and there's me and there's you,
Trying to keep the old music alive.
Was a time we were young but the years how have rolled
In this world where most everything's bought or it's sold
and we sing the old songs where the stories are told,
as we keep the old music alive.

But away with all your cares now,
the world will pass us by,
as we sing on down the years now,
and the music will not die.

There's a session tonight in the Bell or the Crown,
and one way or another the word gets around,
but there's no music licence, so keep the noise down,
while you keep the old music alive.
And we sing and we play and we have the odd drink,
till the barman says "Boys, it's getting late, don't you think?" -
but he pulls close the curtains, and he tips us a wink,
and we keep the old music alive.

But away with all your cares now,
the world will pass us by,
as we sing on down the years now,
and the music will not die.

And every now and again there's a fete or a fair,
with a whole congregation of friends gathered there,
and we all play our part and we all take our share,
as we keep the old music alive.
Then the street stops and stares as the dancers parade,
and the years slip away and we are not afraid
and the glory of England is bravely displayed
as we keep the old music alive.

But away with all your cares now,
the world will pass us by,
as we sing on down the years now,
and the music will not die.

And here's a parody verse I added:

There's a session tonight at The Crown or The Bell,
And the fiddler been drinking, you can tell by the smell,
And the man with the squeezebox is playing with himself,
As we keep the old music alive.
And the barman says "Boys, why can't you get a life?
You should can bugger off home to your family and wife,
If you hand me that bodhran, and pass me a knife,
I'll help keep the old music alive."

(And here is a link to it on my website, with a link to a RealAudio of me singing it, for the tune.)