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Enjoying this verse from the Scottish murder ballad 'Jellon Grame'
My eyes are seething in my head,
My flesh roasting also
My bowels are boiling with my blood
Is that no a woeful woe?
We just don't write or name ballads like we used to.
@siobhanmcelduff I'm sure the urban planning is to blame. Without enough foot traffic on the streets, there isn't enough audience for broadside ballads.
Removing the car dependency should also improve the ballads.
@dmbaturin we can bring them back!