https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUoXAVJkvCo
The story of a tradition whereby, even fifty years on, the ladies of the village would dance in remembrance of husbands, sons and lovers lost (wasted) in the First World War. It is a song that never fails to bring tears to my eyes.
"The feet that were nimble tread carefully now, as gentle a measure as age will allow".