anyone who thinks that performing "Young Hunting" in a folk club is "preaching to the converted"

Nor, indeed, mentioning it on here, far less expecting Dirty Felines to get the point of expropriating one of the characters as a pseudonym. Worst one was someone who's a bit of a know-all declaring that it was the former ME who'd stabbed Redin/William/Richard or whatever he's calling himself in your version and arranged for his depositing down the well/in the Clyde, when it was the floozy-on-the-side wot dunnit.

[A propos of very little, I suppose you've all heard of the skull found today in that very same river? Now, had they used the candle trick it would have been solved sooner . . . ]

And, Brian, I wasn't condemning all the trivial, 'jolly' and angst-ridden ditties, just the crap that WLD thinks is the LCD for the unwashed masses. Conversely, I've already mentioned Hugh Lupton's rendition of Tam Lin to non-f*lkies (perhaps that's the point, they had no preconceptions and were completely unbiassed) that had the entire community centre rooted to the spot and hanging onto every word.

btw Who's Seth Lakeman?
(That was rhetorical. The debacle of the Folk Awards in which, not HIM but flamin' Smoothops tried to pass off his Albino Bunny as trad has passed into folklore of a not very nice kind).