Let it never be said that amid the heaving, sweating ranks of the morris dancing fraternity there doesn’t beat the heart of a poet or two. If you need any help with the dance jargon, feel free to come along to a practice session & we’ll explain everything.
Maurice Dancing – by Roger Foster
If you haven’t felt blood coursing through your arteries and veins From the heys, half-gyps and capers ‘til your arms and legs complain If you haven’t felt connection with the dancers in your set If you haven’t felt that rhythm then you ain’t felt nothing yet! I’ve danced with old Methuselah, I’ve danced with kids of six I’ve danced with soldiers, sailors and used cricket bats for sticks I’ll dance until hell freezes and I’ll dance until I’m frail If dancing’s made illegal then I’ll bloody dance in gaol I’ve morrised on with old King Kong and busked at Peyton Place I’ve backed to back with Mr Spock in the final frontier – space! I’ve picked out lots of dancing spots on high in Biggles’ plane And if HG fixes his time machine I‘ll do it all again! And when my time is over and my feet no longer fly When the time has come to parley with that big squire in the sky When he brings to bear that awful stare on a certain ne’er-do-well I’ll flourish my hankies with my friends and process down to hell!