As promised, I sang both verses of The Parting Glass for the little people tonight. In fact, I sang it
twice; once for the Lid Lane
crowd, and again for the Mill Lane
folk.
And I received the honour of an accompaniment. As I was
walking along the darkest part of Mill
Lane, a long, bass-baritone mooo drifted across the field. It didn’t quite harmonise, but at
least she was trying, bless her.
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