That wonderfully confused version of Scarboro Fair ballad burden, "Sober and grave grow merry in time" ~~ makes a crazy kind of sense.


Is there a better epitome of being in a great hurry than the widespread ballad floater!?:

"When she came to the riverside she fell to her breast and she swam
And when she came to the other side she took to her heels and she ran."

~Michael~