From the “I’ve been playing this for years but never knew the title” files.
A jig, but a jig with more bits in it than many jigs.
At some point every musician will receive a request to perform this march. The trick is to have already done it.
East end of London. Getting closer.
Somehow overshot on my way back from France and ended up in the Appalachians. Whoops.
Another French one, as I have that book open :). This is a Bourrée deux temps, but then I’ve never danced a Bourrée trois temps.
Nothing says “St. George’s Day” like a French bal.
It’s hard to believe that less than a century ago people still thought that Sussex was a real place and that ordinary Londoners might one day travel there.
Composed by Sam Polson of Unst, in the Shetlands.