|Hobgoblin Nor Foul Fiend Shall Daunt His Spirit
||[Sep. 26th, 2016|11:15 am]
Ailz likes singing novelty songs from the 1950s and I like singing hymns and neither of us can hold a tune- so we have a rule that we're only allowed to sing on Sundays- which neither of us keeps. This morning- even though it's not a Sunday- I was testing to see if I could remember all the words of To Be a Pilgrim- and apparently I can. I sang most of it out of doors- on my way to and from the compost heap- so I was able to complete all three verses before Ailz told me to shut up.|
You can sing it at my funeral if you like- only I'd prefer it if you used Bunyan's original words and not the Victorian milksop version by Percy Dearmer which leaves out the hobgoblins.