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In 10th grade, an English teacher read us The Ballad of Lord Randall - here's the closest I can find to what I recall. Imagine, if you will, a McGonagall-esque woman reciting in sad, rhythmic auld English, an almost Gaelic lilt to her voice....
Some days, the refrain still gets stuck in my head.
Seriously? Depression? Cut it the hell out.
Some days, the refrain still gets stuck in my head.
Seriously? Depression? Cut it the hell out.
