First time I ever got barred from a pub was because of that dirge.
I was in the Fighting Cocks in Sinfin, and some git kept putting it on the juke box. After what seemed like the forty second time of hearing, I could stand it no longer, and belted the juke box with me crash helmet.
Mind, being barred from the Cocks was no bad thing, so I suppose I should have been grateful to Mr. McCartney.