When I first heard Tam Lin & Matty Groves by the Fairports (Oh God, 1969!!) I instantly had very clear almost Cinemascope pictures in my mind, of Tam Lin holding Janet's bridle and the servant swimming across the millstream, and all the other incidents in the songs.

Unfortunately Vikki Clayton, who has I believe now gone to the Antipodes as punishment, came up with these substitute lines for Matty:

And how do you like my feather bed
And how do you like my sheets
And how do you like the curtains
I bought in the sale last week

Which rather ruined the effect.