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I should like to consider the folk song and expand briefly on a theory
I have held for some time to the effect
That the reason most folk songs are so atrocious
Is that they were written by the Le
If professional songwriters had written them instead things might have turned out considerably differently
For example consider the old favorite with which I'm sure you're all familiar
Ot clementine you know：
In a cavern in a canyon
Dadada dadadada
A song with no recognizable merit whatsoever and imagine
What might have happened if for example cole porter had tried writing this song
The first verse might have come out like this：
In a cavern in a canyon
Excava-ha-ha-hating for a mine
Far away from the boom-boom-boom of the city
She was so pretty what a pity clementine
Oh clementine can't you tell from the howls of me
This love of mine calls to you from the bowels of me
Are you discerning the returning
Of this churning burning yearning for you-oo-oo ah-ah
Well supposing at this point that mozart
Or one of that crowd
Had tried writing a verse the next one might have come out
As a baritone aria from an italian opera somewhat along these lines：
Era legera e come un fairy
E suo shoes numero nine
Herring bo-ho-ho-hoxes senza to-ho-ho-hopses
Sandalae per clementina si per clementina si
Per clementina sandalae per clementina sandalae per clementine
Clehementina clehementina clehe-he-mentina
Herring boxes senza topses sandalae per clementina
Herring boxes senza topses sandalae per clementina
Che sciagura clementina che sciagura clementina cara clementina cara
Clementina-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Supposing at this rather dramatic juncture in the narrative
One of our modern cool school of composers had tried writing a verse
The next one might have come out like this：
Drove those ducklings to the water
Yeah brach doddley doo doo uh ah
Ev'ry morning like 9am
Ooh pah de do de do do do biddley da
Got hung up on a splinter got a-hung up on a splinter
Cloo ge mop huh huh
Do de do de do do do
Fell into the foamy brine dig that crazy clementine man
To end on a happy note one can always count on gilbert
And sullivan for a rousing finale full of words and music and signifying nothing
That I missed her depressed her young sister named esther
This mister to pester she tried
Now her pestering sister's a festering blister
You're best to resist her say I
The mister resisted the sister persisted
I kissed her all loyalty slipped
When she said I could have her her sister's cadaver
Must surely have turned in its crypt
Yes yes yes yes
But I love she and she loves me
Enraptured are the both of we
Yes I love she and she loves I
And will through all eternity
See what I mean
