On the radio today I was listening to someone sing "Rambling Boy", a bright, cheerful tune with all sorts of "footloose and fancy free" connotations. Until I came to the verse where the singer and the rambling boy, partners until then, came to a town where they looked for work and there was only one opening. Rambling boy conceded the job to his partner and went on his merry way.
I heard that verse with a slight catch in my guts, being all too able to imagine it happening today, and why. Forty to sixty years ago they might have been footloose and fancy free. Today, as it would have been eighty years ago, there's a mini-tragedy implied in that scenario.