The Floral Dance
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The Floral Dance is a popular English song with a tune based on the traditional music accompanying the annual Cornish Furry Dance.
The lyrics were written by Kate Emily Barclay ("Katie") Moss (1881-1947) who was a professional violinist, pianist and concert singer. She was brought up in London and studied at the Royal Academy of Music.
It tells the story of an incident that apparently actually happened to Moss herself on a visit to Helston during the springtime 'Furry Dance' celebrations and the song was reportedly written directly afterwards as she was going home on the train.
The song was first recorded in 1911 by Australian bass/baritone Peter Dawson, and many other versions have appeared since. In 1978, Terry Wogan recorded a version which reached #27 in the UK single charts.
[edit] Lyrics
The Floral Dance
Melody and lyrics by Katie Moss, 1911
- As I walked home on a Summer night
- When stars in Heav'n were shining bright
- Far away from the footlight's glare
- Into the sweet and scented air
- Of a quaint old Cornish town
- Borne from afar on the gentle breeze
- Joining the murmur of the summer seas
- Distant tones of an old world dance
- Played by the village band perchance
- On the calm air came floating down
- I thought I could hear the curious tone
- Of the cornet, clarinet and big trombone
- Fiddle, 'cello, big bass drum
- Bassoon, flute and euphonium
- Far away, as in a trance
- I heard the sound of the Floral Dance
- And soon I heard such a bustling and prancing
- And then I saw the whole village was dancing
- In and out of the houses they came
- Old folk, young folk, all the same
- In that quaint old Cornish town
- Every boy took a girl 'round the waist
- And hurried her off in tremendous haste
- Whether they knew one another I care not
- Whether they cared at all, I know not
- But they kissed as they danced along.
- And there was the band with that curious tone
- Of the cornet, clarinet and big trombone
- Fiddle, 'cello, big bass drum
- Bassoon, flute and euphonium
- Each one making the most of his chance
- All together in the Floral Dance
- I felt so lonely standing there
- And I could only stand and stare
- For I had no boy with me
- Lonely I should have to be
- In that quaint old Cornish town.
- When suddenly hast'ning down the lane
- A figure I knew I saw quite plain
- With outstretched hands he came along
- And carried me into that merry throng
- And fiddle and all went dancing down.
- We danced to the band with the curious tone
- Of the cornet, clarinet and big trombone
- Fiddle, 'cello, big bass drum
- Bassoon, flute and euphonium
- Each one making the most of his chance
- Altogether in the Floral Dance.
- Dancing here, prancing there
- Jigging, jogging ev'rywhere
- Up and down, and round the town
- Hurrah! For the Cornish Floral Dance
