In the last 60 years, I've heard exactly three trad-type folksongs outside a folkclub or other gathering of 'folkies,' habitues of places that play 'our' music. One of these we did at school, (The Lincolnshire Poacher) another from an old guy in a pub bar outside the folkclub room (He was surprised anyone else knew John Barleycorn!) and the last from another Dad at a cubscout outing, (Working on the Railway.)

I'd say that what Anahata wrote at 11.36AM was right on the money.

This is not an attack on Lizzie, just my interpretation of the term 'our.'