The Berkhire Morris

Nothing but a group of oddly dressed men who appear out of nowhere, without warning, when least expected, to cavort, caper, gambol and then disappear like the morining mist - or is it a fog....?

The cacaphonous jingling of bells - the clash of sticks - the snapping of hankies in the moring breeze - the asthmatic wheezing of the melodeon or the reedy tweeting of the three-hole pipe - the rattle of the drum or the sharp tapping of the taber - the passing of wind - the sounds of the Morris

The Berkshire Morris Men - in an undisclosed location (to foil possible terrorist attack) entice the MayDay sun from his hiding place to insure another year of peace and prosperity

Berkshire Morris Men

Dancing In Your Streets

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