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.
Nothing says “St. George’s Day” like a French bal.
Finally got out of the Q mire.
The Q bee, it is in my bonnet.
Padding out the unloved ‘Q’ branch with another Morris tune.
Getting jiggy, C17-style.
The first request tune (I haven’t learned the other, which requires counting to five). Another from William Winter.