We made up this dance when we first visited
Flanders 5 years ago. It is called ”In Flanders Fields” and
the chorus of the dance represents the soldiers of all
nations marching into no-man's land, puffing out their
chests in the unequal struggle between flesh and metal.
Obviously the dance is meant to highlight the terrible waste
of a whole generation of Europeans. We would like to
dedicate the dance to all the molly dancers who fought and
died here. After the First World War our type of dancing
died out because there were too few left to carry on the
tradition. We hope that by bringing the dancing back to the
place where it was destroyed we are, in our small way,
honouring the memory of those unbelievably brave men.
The dance is intended to celebrate the generations of people who kept what we know as British traditional dance alive until the First World War when so many of them were killed and traditional rural life was irrevocably changed. It is not, of course, supposed to be anti-German but anti-war and the knock on effects that wars have on so many areas of life.
The dance is played to the
music the European National Anthem Ode to Joy,
and finishes:
Alle Menschen werden Brüder
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt