Er not quite Lizzie:
You forgot the bit about the traddie not putting his name on his song, so it took on a life of its own, became remade again and again and again, and travelled all over the town, the district, the country, the wide world, until nobody knew who owned it, so everybody did, Then thousands of people began to sing it, until it split into two - four -eight - sometimes a hundred pieces. And long after the original maker died, the song continued to be sung, for years, decades, centuries and still continued to give pleasure to those who found it
Meanwhile the non-traddie carved his name on his song, buried it deep in his garden under a tree, and announced to the world that it was HIS SONG, so it never changed. Then he went back to his castle and counted all the sovereigns he had ammassed from all HIS OTHER SONGS which he had buried under all the other trees in his garden, which also never changed and never became anybody elses until they saved all their sovereigns and bought them. And then they went and buried them under trees in their garden................
And they all lived happily ever after.
Jim Carroll