no folk is not just a style, if i wanted i could sing, we are all going on a summer holiday unacompanied in Sean-nós style that still does not alter the dreadful lyrics
We're all going on a summer holiday
No more working for a week or two.
Fun and laughter on our summer holiday,
No more worries for me or you,
For a week or two.
We're going where the sun shines brightly
We're going where the sea is blue.
We've all seen it on the movies,
Now let's see if it's true.
Everybody has a summer holiday
Doin' things they always wanted to
So we're going on a summer holiday,
To make our dreams come true
For me and you.
For me and you.
1.this song was written in 1962, at that time londoners were going on working holidays in the kent hopping fields. let us compare hopping down in kent and the the two sets of lyrics.
HOPPING DOWN IN KENT

(Mary Ann Haynes, Sussex, 1974. Noted by Mike Yates)

Now hopping's just beginning,
We've got our time to spend.
We've only come down hopping,
To earn a quid if we can.
With the tee-i-ay, tee-i-ay, tee-i-ee-i-ay.

Now early Monday morning,
The measurer he'll come round.
"Pick your hops all ready,
And you'll pick them off the ground".
With the tee-i-ay, tee-i-ay, tee-i-ee-i-ay.

Now early Tuesday morning,
The bookie he'll come round;
With a bag of money,
He'll flop it on the ground.
Saying, "Do you want some money?"
"Yes sir, if you please,
To buy a hock of bacon
And a roll of mouldy cheese".
With the tee-i-ay, tee-i-ay, tee-i-ee-i-ay.

They say all hopping's lousy,
I believe it's true.
Since I've been down hopping,
I've got a chat or two.
With the tee-i-ay, tee-i-ay, tee-i-ee-i-ay.

Early Saturday morning,
It is our washing day.
We boil 'em in our hopping pot,
And we hangs 'em o'er the ground.
With the tee-i-ay, tee-i-ay, tee-i-ee-i-ay.

Hopping is all over,
The money is all spent.
I wish to God I'd never done
No hopping down in Kent.
With the tee-i-ay, tee-i-ay, tee-i-ee-i-ay.

I say one, I say two,
No more hopping shall I do.
The tee-i-ay, tee-i-ay, tee-i-e-i-ay.Now some say hopping's lousy I don't believe it's true
We only go down hopping to pick a hop or two
    Chorus:
    With me tee-aye-I, Tee-aye-O, Tee-aye-ee-aye-o.

Now when I went a hopping, hopping down in Kent
I saw old Mrs. Riley a-sweeping out her tent.

Now every Monday morning just at six o-clock
You'll hear the old hoppers calling: Get up and boil your pot

Now Sunday is our washing day, don;t we wash it clean
We boil it in our hopping pots and hang it on the green

Now do you want any money? Yes sir if you please
To buy a hock of bacon, a pound of mouldy cheese

Now here comes our old measurer, with his long nose and chin
With his ten gallon basket, and don't he pop 'em in!

Now when our old pole-puller he does come around
He says: Come on you dirty ol' hop-pickers, pick 'em up all off the ground

Now hopping is all over, all the money spent
And don't I wish I never went a-hopping down in Kent

or

tWhen you go down hopping
Hopping down in Kent
See Old Mother Riley
Sitting on the fence
With a T I O and a T I O and a T I E I O

Some say hoppings lousy
I don't believe it's true
We only go down hopping
To earn a bob or two
With a T I O and a T I O and a T I E I O

Sunday is our washing day
And don't we wash em clean
We boil em in the hopping pot
And hang em on the green
With a T I O and a T I O and a T I E I O

Now do you want some money?
Yes sir, if you please
To buy a Hock of bacon
And a mouldy lump of cheese
With a T I O and a T I O and a T I E I O

Now Hopping is all over
Money is all spent
Don't I wish I'd never been
A hopping down in Kent
With a T I O and a T I O and a T I E I O
I suggest you study the two songs. content wise
to say that contemporary folk song is just about style is an over simplification , and frankly is codswallop, balderdash and poppy cock