Mary wrote
I am starting to hate When All Men Sing....
If I hear it one more time sung very, very, very slowly I will scream...

Greg said
I obviously don't move in folkie circles any more: I don't even recall ever having heard a song called When All Men Sing

Well, you are the lucky one, Greg. I've reached the stage where people who have that song in their repertoire are unlikely to get a floor spot when I am compering.

Sharing Mary's opinion, I am heartily sick of it - never liked it in fact. It belongs to a category of mock-folky-nostalgia modern songs that I thoroughly disprove of - "Isn't it a pity that all the tin mines/fishing/collieries have gone" when what is missed is not those awful, dangerous, unhealthy, back-breaking jobs but the feeling of community, commonality and shared unionised purpose that they brought.
And as Mary has noted they all seem to have in common long, drawn out dirge-like choruses that audiences slow down unbearably as they trundle along.

Ewan MacColl was a brilliant songwriter, perhaps the best in this genre since Burns but when he wrote
The old ways are changing you cannot deny
he gave birth to an idea that has festered in the minds of lesser songwriters ever since.