In a very helpful initiative to wean the denizens of Hooting Yard from Mrs Gubbins’ hideous prog-wop noodlings, OutaSpaceman, the legendary balladeer of Bognor, has composed and recorded a splendid song in honour of a certain out of print pamphleteer. Here it is :
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This has an epic, rousing, gut-wrenching folksy quality. It is impossible to listen to it without bcoming at once moved to juddering, shuddering tears and then suddenly becalmed. Do please post more traditional songs from Hooting Yard as and when you are able to find them.