And what about the Girl from the Greenwood? She’s never peered from the branches of any tree that I’ve ever walked under. (Although she and her kin did make a guest appearance in my one and only novel. What a pity it didn’t have a compelling melody, a driving rhythm, or any perfectly matched voices.)
And I'll tell you what: I wish this sort of thing had been about when I was a young 'un. I would have danced all night - in good company!