Strange coincidence

I was brought up in Barnsley, attended a folk club at the King George - never heard the song about the tailor losing his britches there - but I did hear it on the radio sung by Martin Carthy and just had to sing it myself - curtesy of the cassette recorder inbuilt in the radio as my memory is not good enough now to get a song at one hearing, it used to be but tempus forget.

I also have old cock crows, the hounds are out, go from my window my love - I wonder how many of the Elliots songs have wafted their way into my repertoire, and how, as I don't have their records - is there some sort of supernatural link between the people of an area and their songs so that no matter how far they wander the songs leak into their lives, and stick?

Anne