Staines Morris (3)
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STAINES MORRIS . AKA - "May Pole Dance (1)," "Stanes Morris." AKA and see "Bluff King Hal." English, Air and Country Dance Tune (4/4 or 6/4 time). E Minor (Bacon, Kidson, Raven): D Minor (Williamson): D Dorian (Chappell): G Dorian (Barnes, Sharp). Standard tuning (fiddle). ABC (Sharp): AAB (Kidson): AABCC (Raven): AABB (Barnes, Chappell). This version of the "Staines Morris" first appears in an instrumental version in William Ballet's Lute Book (1595) and in the Trumbull Lute Book, and was printed with dance instructions in "much altered" form in Playford's English Dancing Master  of 1650-51 (as "Stanes Morris", although spelled "Staines Morris" on the contents page), and in the editions of 1657 and 1665, after which it was dropped from the long-running Dancing Master series of editions. It was the first published morris country dance. The melody has been popular for centuries and exists in several different variations (see "Staines Morris (1)" and "Staines Morris (2)"). London music publisher Daniel Wright printed three different versions of the melody in his Extraordinary Collection of Pleasant and Merry Humours (c. 1715, pp. 2,5,6, although the latter two are untitled in the collection).
There is a town of Staines on the Thames River, but whether the title is associated with it is not known. The tune was used for a morris dance of the same name in the Cotswold village of Longborough, Gloucestershire. A song [Roud V18894] (though there were probably many) was the product of 19th century antiquarian William Chappell, who married the words of "The Maypole Song" (1656, from a stage play Actæon and Diana) to the "Staines Morris" melody, and has been recorded several times in modern times:
Come ye young men, come along,
With your music, dance and song;
Bring your lasses in your hands,
For tis that which love commands.
Then to the Maypole haste away,
For 'tis now our holiday.