The Bold Grenadier

By the time I was fourteen I’d begun to think the folk songs we sang at school were somewhat insubstantial. I didn’t realise that verses and subjects deemed unsuitable were either altered or omitted, leaving only good tunes with weak stories. Here’s the last song in our trio on the nightingale theme, one frequently heard in the 60s and 70s folk clubs in all its naughtiness.

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