Sometimes I think this is the greatest song ever written. Beauty, romance, gallantry, community, resignation all have a place in it. And this is one of the great renditions of the song, not least because of the stirring singing of the audience.
Will ye go, lassie, go?
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They’ve never seen Spring hit the Great Divide . . .
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Sung by a couple of youngsters — with thanks to Juniper Bacon . . .
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The paperback it was done for.
If wishes were fast trains to Texas, oh, I’d ride and I’d ride — how I’d ride . . .
With thanks to Bill Bowman . . .
This made me cry — proof that if Hollywood won’t make joyful and moving musicals, people will make their own.
With thanks to Facebook friend Jessica Ritchey.
Two directors — I’m guessing one handled the lost women and one handled the eight-foot spiders.
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Jesse Hill says it all.
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