Aw, bless ya JB, a softy, just like me!
In fact, the man himself, m' papa woulda called me a 'big Jessie'
for sobbing! He was a grand old chap, though, as I hope the song put over.

I only partly explained last night in it's preamble...
I did say most of this bit...
Wrote it one morn this week (after ten years of trying to encapsulate the fella in a song!)
Practiced it on and off all day...
Sang it to Lady P on her return from work...
broke down uncontrollably two verses from the end...
Had a cuppa and a chat - tried again...
broke down uncontrollably in the last verse!...

I didn't say...
Took it to Otley Folk Club for a 'test run' whilst doing a floor
spot for John Kirkpatrick...
Warned audience I might not get through it...
Got through it just fine...close call though...
...but only to find a lady on the front row has burst into tears!
(Yeh, yeh - some wag will now write on here 'Surely you can't be THAT BAD Dunc!')
...but at least, after Faldingworth, that's twice now I've made it through the song!..
And actually quite happy it's having the right effect! Phew!
Bless ya JB.