RE: Andrew Rose.
Barry Finn does a riveting version of this brutal song. In his, Rose survives, complains to the courts and the captain is hung for his crime. If Barry ever gets his CD in order, that song alone will be worth the price.

In Maine we have a few coffee houses where singer-songwriters try out their material but folk exists mainly as house concerts, song circles and private parties. I have low tolerance for the semi-rock stuff performed in the coffee houses or the painful ditties celebrating the birth of someone's children or death of an uncle.

I host song circles and welcome anyone to sing or play. Few of us are professionals. We meet because we enjoy the music and each others company. After reading this thread, I have to wonder if the Brits who have joined us went off snickering at missed notes and forgotten lyrics.

There is an opera house in NYC - the Amato Opera. It is a training ground for new singers and they put on full scale operas on a stage the size of a postage stamp. The performers are sometimes brilliant, usually good and occasionally awful. The sets often malfunction and love scenes are interrupted by misfiring flames from hell or whatever.
But you will always see the top stars sitting in the audience enjoying the love of the music. Many of them got their start with Tony Amato. These dyed in the wool traditionalists are there to support encourage newcomers to opera. Perfection without passion, technical expertise without love does not make for great music.

Maybe I am missing the point and if so I apologize but what exactly is this sacred musical tradition that excludes the common folk?