Jack in the Green

I danced in the morning to the sound of the bells,

It is a celebration that the Morris often tells; 

Of dancing through towns and the streets beyond

Where colour and music and dance abound

Dance, then, wherever you may be,

 Dance with the Morris and you'll feel quite free; 

For music and rhythms will lift your heart

And joy will become of your life a part.

There are pipes and fiddles and other things too,

Accordions, melodeons and concertinas, too;

There are bells, there are beasts, there are sometimes fools;

There are squires and bagmen and ragmen souls

In The Old Town of Hastings there are teams we know,

Mad Jack's and Hannah's Cat, who heel and they toe;

Each Spring they dance in the church and the town,

In every street, both up and down

The photos were all taken over the Jack-in-the-Green weekend which takes place in Hastings every May.

Tune: Lord of the Dance.  The words have been shared here with the kind permission of 
Iain Morrison of the Old Town Parrish, Hastings