
The Morris dancers dance and sing,
to patterns fashioned long ago
unwritten, only told and shown.
Still welcoming the start of Spring,
garlands twirl, tambourine bells ring
places set in remembered lines
with merry steps they intertwine,
as reminders of bygone days
the pipe and concertina play
while all hands clapping mark the time.
Love Morris Dancing!!!!
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Did you see the short vid and does the Decima remind you of it?
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It does, yea. Didn’t need the video, seen loads. Love watching them
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That was mainly for the benefit of our transatlantic cousins
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Yea, is a peculiar European thing. Apparently thought to originate in Spain
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I especially liked the sound in these lines: “as reminders of bygone days
the pipe and concertina play”
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I have to admit that Morris dancers scare me 💜
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They certainly seem to be unsettling especially when combined with hobby horse and mummer types of ritual
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Very scary 😁💜
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They certainly seem to be unsettling especially when combined with hobby horse and mummer types of ritual
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