One of my earliest infant school memories is singing ‘Sweet Molly Malone’ in a choir for a concert. We were told one verse had to be very quiet because it is sad. I didn’t understand the meaning of the song at all, but I loved the tune – and there was something so wonderful about being part of the performance that I remember it vividly. I was six.
Of course, I couldn’t possibly have articulated it at that age, but what I was feeling
