Staggering in its simplicity, breathtaking in its beauty, this is quite simply one of the best collections of folk songs ever recorded. Gaughan's version of Burns' 'Song Composed in August', called here 'Now Westlin Winds' brings the Scots' master's lines to life in an unforgettable way: I challenge anyone to listen to this, and to the last lines 'Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs / Not Autumn to the farmer / so dear can be, as thou to me, My fair, my lovely charmer!' without being moved to tears.
There's rousing stuff, too, with a fine version of 'World Turned Upside Down' ('In 1649, to St George's Hill...'). Every kind will find their pleasure here, as Burns put it, the savage and the tender.