Walsingham

So, sometime last week or the week before (7 July?) I managed to get another evening on protools. Yes, the first time since the burglary. I recorded a version of an old folksong, the Arundel Ballad, about Henry VIII trashing Walsingham Abbey. I found a tune on the interweb, but I didn't like it much so a made up a new one. Not exactly cheerful, let's just say the

Sin is where our Lady sat
Heaven is turned to hell;
Satan sits where our Lord held sway
Walsingam, oh, farewell!