Re Lady Mondegreen -
for years my wife J. and I listened to the intellectually surreal lyric in the eponymous track on Judy Collins LP 'Who Knows Where the Time Goes' - "Sad as Bernard Shaw, your fickle friends are leaving..."
Finally she came to the UK and we went to hear her live at the Albert Hall
(incidentally I sent her a bunch of violets - goofily sentimental about 'Young men holding violets are curious to know if you have cried' in 'Albatross' on 'Wildflowers'
- later I she wrote about having to wade through hundreds of bunches of violets piled outside her dressing-room that evening...)
Anyway - she comes to 'Who knows...' - J. and I look at each other in wild surmise as, clear as a bell:
'Sad deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving...'