Fields Familiar
The Project aims to look at life, local history and culture around the time of the First World War.
NORFOLK SONGS
FARMER'S BOY
A Norfolk Plough Monday Song |
NORFOLK DANCES
Dorothy Rout of Little Dunham (born Little Dunham 1919)
(reproduced by kind permission of Pat Pierce)
"During my years at school and even before I was old enough to join in we had sports day two or three days before we started our summer holiday. It was just a fun day amongst ourselves.
We had parents day and Mr Copeman let us all assemble on his lawn, us children would sing the songs we had been taught at school and dance, we had a wind up Gramophone and records with the dance music on. The Gramophone and records belonged to the school mistress, we used to dance a sword dance and a stick dance, the swords were long and made of wood. I have seen the same thing on television only recently and would have loved to join in as I can still remember the steps."
(reproduced by kind permission of Pat Pierce)
"During my years at school and even before I was old enough to join in we had sports day two or three days before we started our summer holiday. It was just a fun day amongst ourselves.
We had parents day and Mr Copeman let us all assemble on his lawn, us children would sing the songs we had been taught at school and dance, we had a wind up Gramophone and records with the dance music on. The Gramophone and records belonged to the school mistress, we used to dance a sword dance and a stick dance, the swords were long and made of wood. I have seen the same thing on television only recently and would have loved to join in as I can still remember the steps."
MOLLY DANCING
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LONGSWORD DANCE
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Dunham Sword
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POEMS
PERHAPS
Vera Britten
Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel once more I do not live in vain,
Although bereft of You.
Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
Though You have passed away.
Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
Although You are not there.
Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain
To see the passing of the dying year,
And listen to Christmas songs again,
Although You cannot hear.'
But though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.
Vera Britten
Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel once more I do not live in vain,
Although bereft of You.
Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
Though You have passed away.
Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
Although You are not there.
Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain
To see the passing of the dying year,
And listen to Christmas songs again,
Although You cannot hear.'
But though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.