A couple of weeks ago Dad started writing a song about Molly Leigh, a legend from the Trent. This while insisting Tales from the River will all be too difficult and he doesn’t want to come. I reckon ignore what people say a lot of the time, I took the sudden interest in Trent-related folklore as a good sign.
Molly Leigh was born in what is now Stoke on Trent in 1685. Her only crime seems to have been her ugliness, and to live in an age of vindictive churchmen. Both heinous, I’m sure we can agree. Dad always roots for the underdog.
Molly Leigh, Molly Leigh, sitting with a blackbird on your knee
Run to the cowshed, run to the tree
Run where you like but you can’t catch me
Molly Leigh, chorus
He wrote most of the song in a few hours, but that’s a kind of rough draft. He then he has to fiddle with it until he’s happy. It’s now reached that exalted state, and he’s put it up on soundcloud. If you’re a Soundcloud member, and you wanted to add a comment about how the singer really should tour the pubs of the Trent with that song, it would all help the great persuading…
Also, if someone could try to tactfully explain to him why putting the © symbol in the title (or indeed, using it at all) makes him look like a dick. I’ve tried, but I give up now. No he’s not reading this blog.