I turn my evil, eagle eyes on to one of my favourite ballads, Willie o’ the Winsbury to talk gender bending, fornication and Tom Hiddleston. What’s not to love?
Alys is the last Romantic Poet. When not reading, they are writing. If doing neither, then you'll find them brewing wine, researching folklore or lurking in the backwaters of Twitter (@alysdragon). They blog on books, literary culture, vampires, folklore and historical curiosity.
There is probably going to be a little bit of swearing.
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