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Ümmet Özcanis - Xanadu - Mongolian throat singing and Techno - 2022 Ümmet Özcanis a Dutch DJ and record producer of Turkish origin

Ragged Oak Border Morris dancing Hook North at The Dark Gathering in Tintagel Cornwall 2023.

Ümmet Özcanis - Ancient Spirits - Instrumental - 2024 Ümmet Özcanis a Dutch DJ and record producer of Turkish origin

Old Oss procession, past the Golden Lion Hotel, Padstow 1st May 2023 11am. The 'Obby 'Oss festival is a folk custom that takes place each 1st of May in Padstow, a coastal town in North Cornwall. It involves two separate processions making their way around the town, each containing an eponymous hobby horse known as the 'Obby 'Oss.

The Blue Ribbon Obby Oss - Padstow - May Day 2022 It's a tradition to come to see the Blue Ribbon Obby Oss in Padstow every May Day. Here are the highlights of Padstow May Day 2022.The 'Obby 'Oss festival is a folk custom that takes place each 1st of May in Padstow, a coastal town in North Cornwall. It involves two separate processions making their way around the town, each containing an eponymous hobby horse known as the 'Obby 'Oss.

Obby Oss Festival - Padstow - Cornwall - May Day - 1932 Black and White short film about May Day in Cornwall. The 'Obby 'Oss festival is a folk custom that takes place each 1st of May in Padstow, a coastal town in North Cornwall. It involves two separate processions making their way around the town, each containing an eponymous hobby horse known as the 'Obby 'Oss.

Obby Oss Festival - Padstow - Cornwall - May Day - 1951 Black and White short film about May Day in Cornwall. The 'Obby 'Oss festival is a folk custom that takes place each 1st of May in Padstow, a coastal town in North Cornwall. It involves two separate processions making their way around the town, each containing an eponymous hobby horse known as the 'Obby 'Oss.

We're Gonna Be Drinking............ We're gonna be drinking Drinking all night long We're gonna be drinking Not alone We're gonna be drinking Drinking all night long We're gonna be drinking Not alone Until the rising morning sun We're gonna be drinking Drinking all night long We're gonna be drinking Not alone Until the rising morning sun We're gonna be drinking Drinking all night long We're gonna be drinking Not alone We're gonna be working Working day and night We're gonna be working Muscles tight We're gonna be working Working day and night We're gonna be working Muscles tight Until the day we win fight We're gonna be working Working day and night We're gonna be working Muscles tight Until the day we win fight We're gonna be working Working day and night We're gonna be working Muscles tight We're gonna be fighting Fighting hard as stone We're gonna be dying Not alone We're gonna be fighting Fighting hard as stone We're gonna be dying Not alone We kill the king and take the throne We're gonna be fighting Fighting hard as stone We're gonna be dying Not alone We kill the king and take the throne We're gonna be fighting Fighting hard as stone We're gonna be dying Not alone We're gonna be drinking Drinking all night long We're gonna be drinking Not alone We're gonna be drinking Drinking all night long We're gonna be drinking Not alone Until the rising morning sun We're gonna be drinking Drinking all night long We're gonna be drinking Not alone Until the rising morning sun We're gonna be drinking Drinking all night long We're gonna be drinking Not alone

Great turnout at the St Ives Orchard to celebrate the mid winter Wassail. The Anglo-Saxons left a pagan Winter tradition in Western England where people sing to the apple trees to encourage a good harvest, and this is called Wassailing. Wassail comes from Old English "wes hal" meaning "be healthy". There are many well attested records of the tradition of “wassailing the apple trees” from the 16th century onwards – but this practice is generally agreed to be far older. Each village has its own customs, but singing to the trees, offering them toast and making noise are common to all.

Made by filmmaker Bevis Bowden, this film records the second Halstow Wassail that took place on 15 January 2022 at Gray's Farm. The wassail was part of critically-acclaimed artist Simon Pope's project, 'Here's to Thee', which explores the ecology and cultures of cider-making.

Oh Apple Tree, we wassail thee Hoping Thou Wilt Bear For Lord doth know where we shall be When apples come another year For to grow well and bear well And merrily we shall be Let every man drink up his glass And health to the apple tree For to grow well and bear well And merrily we shall be Let every man drink up his glass And health to the apple tree Here's a health to the apple tree Oh Apple Tree, we wassail thee Hoping Thou Wilt Bear Hat-fulls, cap-fulls, three bushel bag-fulls Many more under the stairs For to grow well and bear well And merrily we shall be Let every man drink up his glass And health to the apple tree For to grow well and bear well And merrily we shall be Let every man drink up his glass And health to the apple tree Here's a health to the apple tree So grow well and bear well And merrily we shall be Let every man drink up his glass And health to the apple tree For to grow well and bear well And merrily we shall be Let every man drink up his glass And health to the apple tree Here's a health to the apple tree

The Anglo-Saxons left a pagan Winter tradition in Western England where people sing to the apple trees to encourage a good harvest, and this is called Wassailing. Wassail comes from Old English "wes hal" meaning "be healthy". There are many well attested records of the tradition of “wassailing the apple trees” from the 16th century onwards – but this practice is generally agreed to be far older. Each village has its own customs, but singing to the trees, offering them toast and making noise are common to all. This video visits two small villages in Devon to demonstrate the Wassailing tradition. It includes firing guns into the air, hanging toast in the tree branches, electing a Wassail King or queen to lead the procession, a mummers play of an axeman who attacks the trees, lots of cider drinking and lots of singing too! Thanks to Sandford orchard and all the people who participated in the two events. * Video credit ...... Survive the Jive Survive the Jive's links........... https://www.youtube.com/@Survivethejive https://odysee.com/@SurvivetheJive:c https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/survivethejive https://www.patreon.com/survivethejive

Sing me a song........( The Skye Boat Song ) [Verse 1: dartagnan] Sing me a song about the hero who pulls Oh, could I be that With hope in mind, that's how he drives away Far across the sea to Skye Where does he come from, where is he going? Where is his heart at home What drives him, what pulls him away? Far across the sea, alone Sing me a song about the hero who pulls Oh, could I be that With hope in mind, that's how he drives away Far across the sea to Skye [Verse 2: The Dark Tenor & The Dark Tenor & dArtagnan] Billow and breeze, islands and seas Mountains of rain and sun All that was good, all that was fair All that was me is gone Sing me a song of a lad that is gone Over the sea, to Skye [Instrumental interlude] [Verse 3: the dark tenor & dartagnan] Sing me a song of alad that is gone Say, could that lad be I? With hope in mind he drifts away Far across the sea to Skye Sing me of glory, sing of honor And from his heartbreak Sing me back a piece of peace Sing only for me [Verse 4: dArtagnan & The Dark Tenor] Sing me a song of a lad that is gone Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye [Outro: dArtagnan] Sing me a song about the hero who pulls Over the sea to Skye

Farewell.......... I woke up from a dream tonight A dream like I've never known before And there under the linden tree in that dream I held you, tender little bird, in my hand The little bird looked at me sadly and asked me very quietly "Why do I have wings when I don't know how to fly?" Farewell Farewell Fare thee well Come and kiss me one more time under the starry sky Take care and goodbye Fare thee well And I dance with you into a far away world Take care and goodbye Fare thee well I woke up from a dream tonight A dream like I've never known before And there under the linden tree in that dream I took the poor fool by the hand You looked at me full of love, yet I asked you very quietly "Why do I have wings when I don't know how to fly?" Fare thee well Come and kiss me one more time under the starry sky Take care and goodbye Fare thee well And I dance with you into a far away world Take care and goodbye Fare thee well Fare thee well Come and kiss me one more time under the starry sky Take care and goodbye Fare thee well And I dance with you into a far away world Take care and goodbye Fare thee well Come and kiss me one more time under the starry sky Take care and goodbye Take care and goodbye Fare thee well

The Britannia Coconutters do their famous clog dance from morning til dusk all round their home town of Bacup in Lancashire, England every Easter Saturday. The custom of blackened faces is said to come from a pagan or medieval superstition done in order to disguise the dancers from being recognised by evil spirits afterwards, or it may reflect the coal mining connections of the area. The costume and dances are said to have come from the Moorish pirates who, having settled to work in the Cornish coal mines, brought their mining skills to the Lancashire area when these mines opened in the 1800's.

The traditional Easter Saturday 2022 procession through Bacup of the Britannia Coconut Morris Dancers, usually just called "the nutters". Here doing their unique "nut dance" to the tune of the "tip top polka" accompanied by the Stacksteads silver band at Bacup Fire Station.

A 'controversial' troupe of Morris dancers who still black up their faces have performed their traditional procession through a quaint English village. Members of the Britannia Coconut Morris Dancers serenaded locals as they made their way around Bacup, Lancashire on Easter Saturday (April 8) from 9 am to 7 pm. The group, known as the "Nutters”, insist blacking up is part of a clog-dancing tradition dating back more than 150 years. But three years ago, they split from the Joint Morris Organisation, the umbrella group which represents the country’s 800 dancing “sides”. The body said in their ruling that “full face black or other skin tone make-up is a practice that has the potential to cause deep hurt” so members should stop. However, the troupe voted to continue blacking their faces up, claiming "it has no connection with ethnicity nor any form of racial prejudice". This year, members of the troupe claimed their event was “under threat” after Rossendale Council said it would no longer provide funding for the procession. But it did go ahead as planned today after a donation page set up by the Nutters' supporters raised £905 towards its costs. Council leader Alyson Barnes said: “The large costs associated with road closure for significant events is no longer funded by the police and the council now has to foot the bill. “As a result, the council will not be in a financial position to cover the costs associated with road closure for events by the Britannia Coconut Dancers or other community groups. “Our expectation from now onwards will be that the Coconutters fund the full costs of their own activities, as we expect of other Rossendale community groups.”

A look into an ancient folklore tradition, and the people who help keep it alive. One of the most well-known Welsh customs is the Mari Lwyd, meaning 'Grey Mare', a horse-figure carried from door to door by wassail-singing groups during the Christmas season.Popular in South Wales during the 19th century, the tradition features a real horse's skull, usually decorated with coloured ribbons and rosettes and with glass bottle eyes. The lower jaw is fixed on a spring which shuts the mouth with a loud snap and brings the creation to life. A long white cloth is draped down the carrier which hides him from view. *Outtake from the feature film Mystic Chords of Memory (2021) Dir. Lauren Everett Music by Jonathon Mooney Filmed in Carmarthenshire, Wales With thanks to TRAC Cymru www.mysticchordsdoc.com

A look into an ancient folklore tradition, and the people who help keep it alive. One of the most well-known Welsh customs is the Mari Lwyd, meaning 'Grey Mare', a horse-figure carried from door to door by wassail-singing groups during the Christmas season.Popular in South Wales during the 19th century, the tradition features a real horse's skull, usually decorated with coloured ribbons and rosettes and with glass bottle eyes. The lower jaw is fixed on a spring which shuts the mouth with a loud snap and brings the creation to life. A long white cloth is draped down the carrier which hides him from view. *Video Credit.....Jordan M Paterson & Matt Adams

Flora Day - Wednesday 6th May 2015 This old tradition dates back to around 1790 and not only is it locals who attend, but also visitors from all around the world. Those who have connections with Helston, or who once lived in the town, often revisit on this very special day. Performed in Meneage Street at about 9.30 in the morning. The performance illustrates the words of the song, Hal An Tow, and features Robin Hood, Spaniards, St Piran, St George and St Michael.

Boggarts Breakfast Border Morris Dance 'Twiglets' in Sheffield City Centre 14 May 2016 Boggart's Breakfast...... Beware the peakland spooklights, Beware the lights of blue Make sure your nighttime wanderings are not the death of you Don't turn aside, don't leave the track, for once you've spotted us, there's no going back Through bog and mire, through pool and pond, sunk in swamps and depths beyond O'er hill and crag, strange lights of blue Wild boggarts now will dance for you...

Ragged Oak dance Guardians at The Boat Inn, Jackfield. Samhain on the Severn 2023 Samhain, is a Gaelic festival on 1 November marking the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter or "darker half" of the year. It is also the Irish language name for November.

"Waiting for the Robert E. Lee" is an American popular song written in 1912, with music by Lewis F. Muir and lyrics by L. Wolfe Gilbert. The "Robert E. Lee" in the title refers to the steamboat of that name. 'Waiting for the Robert E Lee'........... Way down on the levy in old Alabamy There's Daddy and Mammy There's Ephraim and Sammy On a moonlight night you can find them all While they are waiting, The banjos are syncopating What's that they're saying? What's that they're saying? While they keep playing A, humming and swaying It's the good ship Robert E. Lee That's come to carry the cotton away! Watch them shuffling along, See them shuffling along! Go take your best gal, real pal Go down to the levy, I said to the levy, And join that shuffling throng Hear that music and song! It's simply great, mate, waiting on the levy Waiting for the Robert E. Lee! The whistles are blowing, the smokestacks are showing The ropes they are throwing, excuse me I'm going To the place where all is harmonious Even the preacher, he is the dancing teacher! Have you been down there? Were you around there? If you ever go there you'll always be found there, Why, dog-gone, here comes my baby On the good old Robert E. Lee! Watch them shuffling along, See them shuffling along Go take your best gal, real pal Go down to the levy, I said to the levy, And join that shuffling throng Hear that music and song! It's simply great, mate, waiting on the levy Waiting for the Robert E. Lee!

Beltane Border Morris and Lodestone Border Morris - Who'd Have Thought It Inn - Milton Combe - 7th July 2022 Nestled away in the picturesque Dartmoor village of Milton Combe lies the 16th century inn, The Who’d Have Thought It. Dating back to the 1500’s “The Whody” has long been established as a local favourite with the charm and character it offers in abundance. Over the years the pub has also moved with the times and, although it retains a lot of its original features, sympathetic improvements have been made making the pub a favourite with visitors to the area. Back in the 16th century the resident of what is now the pub decided to apply for a licence to sell alcohol. His fellow villagers were unconvinced that he would be granted the licence and for a while he was the talk of the village for his crazy idea. Shortly after he received a letter from the authorities acknowledging his application and, far more importantly, shortly after that he received another letter granting his application. On opening his letter and obviously in a state of shock he opened the front door, letter in hand and shouted out across the village “Who’d Have Thought It!”

Pearl......... I saw her once and then no more t'was Edens Light on earth a while She passed along the meadow floor Spring seemed to smile and then no more Ah! What avail my magic lore? She shone before mine eyes awhile My peace is wrecked on Beauty's shore. I saw her once and then no more Oh might I see, her once again Death would soon heal this heart Now sad and sore, would beat anew A while and then no more