Well, there you are. There you are.
Gosh, it's been a funny session,
singing all these songs
that I haven't sung for ages,
most of them.
I've enjoyed doing them, I think.
You know, I still have as much excitement,
David,
over those songs
as I did over a decade ago.
I think I'll finish the session
with a hero, Woody Guthrie.
You know, Woody Guthrie
had a hero.
I don't know if you've read
Woody Spokes,
but one of Woody Gu
thrie's great heroes
was one of Scotland's great heroes too,
a lad called Robert Burns.
And I'd just like to finish off now
with perhaps the most
beautiful love song
that ever was written.
My love is like a rat -a -rat -a -rose
that's newly sprung in June.
My love is like a melody
that's sweetly played in tune
As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
so deep in love am I
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the sea's gang dry,
Till all the sea's gang dry,
My love, and rocks melt with the sun,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o 'er life shall run.
Now fare thee well, my only love,
I answer thee well, ahoy -o!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand
miles.
Hell yeah!