1st May 2010 - May Day at Padstow with the Old Red Oss
Obby Oss at Padstow is an ancient Beltane or pagan summer festival that takes
place in the towns streets every May Day.
There are two Oss's Red and Blue that dance around taunted by a teaser.
We join the Original Old Oss or Red Oss and it's supporters part way
through the morning as they make their way to Prideaux Place.
Acordian players and drummers follow the dancers.
Matthew Chown is the Master of Ceremonies.
The procession enters through the small gatehouse.
As the oss makes it's way to the front of the House.
After singing and dancing the Oss leaves Prideaux Place to return back to it's stable
- The Golden Lion Inn - in the town.
"Unite and unite and let us all unite,
For summer is acome today,
And wither we are going we will all unite,
In the merry month of May."
Arise up Mr. ..... I know you well afine,
For summer is acome unto day,
You have a shilling in your purse and I wish it were in mine,
In the merry morning of May.
All out of your beds,
For summer is acome unto day,
Your chamber shall be strewed with the white rose and the red
In the merry morning of May.
Where are the young men that here now should dance,
For summer is acome unto day,
Some they are in England some they are in France,
In the merry morning of May.
Where are the maidens that here now should sing,
For summer is acome unto day,
They are in the meadows the flowers gathering,
In the merry morning of May.
Arise up Mr. ..... with your sword by your side,
For summer is acome unto day,
Your steed is in the stable awaiting for to ride,
In the merry morning of May.
Arise up Miss ..... and strew all your flowers,
For summer is acome unto day,
It is but a while ago since we hove strewed ours,
In the merry morning of May.
O! where is St. George,
O!, where is he O,
He is out in his long boat on the salt sea O,
Up flies the kite and down tails the lark O.
Aunt Ursula Birdhood she had an old ewe
And she died in her own Park O
With the merry ring, adieu the merry spring,
For summer is acome unto day,
How happy is the little bird that merrily doth sing,
In the merry morning of May.
The young men of Padstow they might if they would,
Far summer is acome unto day,
They might have built a ship and gilded her with gold,
In the merry morning of May.
The young women of Padstow might if they would,
For summer is acome unto day,
They might have made a garland with the white rose and the red,
In the merry morning of May.
Arise up Mr. ..... and reach me your hand,
For summer is acome unto day,
And you shall have a lively lass with a thousand pounds in hand.
In the merry morning of May.
Arise up Miss ..... all in your cloak of silk,
For summer is acome unto day,
And all your body under as white as any milk,
In the merry morning of May.
O! where is St. George,
O!, where is he O,
He is out in his long boat on the salt sea O,
Up flies the kite and down tails the lark O,
Aunt Ursula Birdhood she had an old ewe
And she died in her own Park O.
Now fare you well and bid you all good cheer,
For summer is acome unto day,
We call no more unto your house before another year,
In the merry morning of May.
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Looe Powerboat Grand Prix
Race 1
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