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| 'tis often I'm found at the end of the street with dozens of dancers there at my feet. I play them a tune to keep them all dancing, skip step, or galley or high caper prancing.
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So what do you do when they call for a tune? Old Molly from Oxford? Roses in June? They all sound the same to untrained ear-holes. But it's got to be right for cultural souls.
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They give not a jot for the poor musician. A jig or the reel or an old composition? The names change daily from hamlet to village changed by the beer and some cider spillage.
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Here, they're collected in jolly fine order! The tops from South Wales and over the border. They sound great with Morris, some are just nice, great for musicians in need of advice.
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Some Tattyjacket music to get you in the mood?
