As I was walking the banks of the Chesterfield Canal this morning (a good folkie start), I realised (in the odd way that things come to you) that I'd spelled Lynne's name wrong, so apologies for that.

And in the same way that witty rejoinders so often come to you 24 hours after you need them, it also came to me that the last line of v2 should have better been:
  "Cruelly decreed that Herga's need for singer should fall upon a-me"!

("Are you sure, now, Mick?". "Yes I am, thanks Mick; it may be doggerel but, by God, it's well-crafted doggerel!").

Mick