I find it interesting that those cute little quirks our partner has in our twenties that we find so attractive turn into really annoying habits after living together for thirty or so years.
At a cabaret festival in Orlando I heard a young woman do a slowed down rendition, with just a piano accompanying her, and found the lyrics to be hauntingly beautiful . I agree with your take on the pop version though
This was prior to child labor laws, so as soon as they turned ten the boys were slate pickers and the girls became domestic servants