Just a song at twilight

After rehearsal yesterday, I happened to pass by one of the most fantastic charity shops ever: Age Concern on St Clement's, Oxford, crammed to the gills with the random and the sublime. There I found

The Parlour Song Book: A Casquet of Vocal Gems
( Come! let us join the roundelay! )

The question now is: what should I do with this book? Find someone with an accordion and work up a few numbers to amuse steampunks? Send it anonymously to the Dead Victorians in the hope that they'll do an upbeat, ukulele-accompanied version of "Father's A Drunkard, Mother Is Dead"? Really, what do I do? I'm open to suggestion here.