For many years Marrowbones, one of the first songs I sang in folk clubs, was one of my popular all-purpose songs that I sang out of folk circles too. Well, perhaps ‘popular’ is putting it a bit strong. Nobody actually complained.

The photos were all taken in Shrewsbury, a bus-hop away. In fact the last picture was taken on the bus home.

When Peggy Rides Her Wheel


From ‘An Old-Fashioned Bicycle’, a unique album of veteran songs of the wheeling life compiled from early publications and folk tradition. The words are by that prolific writer Anonymous and the music, as printed with the song, is the traditional tune ‘The Low-backed Car’. There’s more in menu 4.

So Fair Are The Flowers


I heard the song at a solitary cottage on top of a hill near the sea in Dorset, sung by a few friends of my kindly host after my folk club booking. I don’t know the significance of the colours, if any, but the message is clear enough, as the old saying goes: Faint heart ne’er won fair lady.

There’s a fair amount of jousting still goes on in Britain I’m glad to say. I’m even more glad that I don’t have to take part.