No problem -- pistols for two, coffee for one ...

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By responding to the last post, I am acting stupidly, but the nonsense has to be remarked and Dr. Hoy's scholarship defended.
Who is Dr. Hoy?
Dr. Hoy is a reviewer and manuscript consultant for several scholarly presses, including the universities of Oklahoma, Kansas, and Hawaii, and several journals.
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Uh ...

Look, before we swap alphabet soup as to who's called what when ...

(And incidentally, as I happen to carry a York DPhil, don't bloody patronise me.)

Now, more seriously, the Frances Henry "Frank" Maynard version has the interesting line:

   Let sixteen gamblers come handle my coffin

...like wow, OK, this might +not+ be a straight lift from Blind Willie McTell but it sure as hell comes out of the blues line of Laredo.

Ah -- god, I really love this Maynard version. As an idiot composite pastiche, how did it ever manage to pass?

And did someone actually manage to float an academic article on the back of this?

Robin

(Oh god, I could -- as I'm sure lots of Caters could as easily -- track every stupid plagiarised line to its source.

On the other hand, it's so +stunningly+ inept, it deserves a footnote in history -- somewhere between Johnny Wu and Emmy Lou's +Red Dirt Girl+

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