Ah! I love academic folkies! A few years ago at Old Songs, Ian Robb and Finestkind did their lovely a capella version of The farmer's Boy on Friday night and at least twice in big workshops on Saturday. Ian talked about it being his father's favorite song, one he'd heard in music halls as a boy, and how, havong acyually been a Yorkshire "farmer's boy", would chortle at the thought of any Yorkshire farmer treating such a lad with anything approaching human warmth. On Sunday afternoon at the mainstage, some local, self-styled "authority' crept out on stage with her guitar and talked about this song she was going to sing that had "been COLLECTED in the Adirondacks in the late nineteen forties" and how no one could explain where it came from. She started into a rather mournful version of The Farmer's Boy and the deer-in-the-headlights look she had when half the audience swung lustily into the chorus was priceless. Don't look now, but while you guys and gals are deconstructing the folk process, it's going on all around you!