.....it was the hamlet's gain. One of the boys was musical, an aunt had bought him a good melodeon, and, every light evening, he played it for hours for the youths' gathering round in front of the Wagon and Horses.

Before his arrival there had been no musical instruments of any kind at Lark Rise, and, in those days before gramophones or wireless, anyone who liked 'a bit of a tune' had to go to church to hear it, and then it would only be a hymn tune wheezed out by an ancient harmonium. Now they could have all the old favourites - Home Sweet Home, Annie Laurie, Barbara Allen and Silver Threads Among The Gold - they had only to ask for what they fancied. Alf played well and had a marvellous ear. If the baker or any other caller hummed the tune of a new popular song in his hearing, Alf would be playing it that night on his melodeon..

Women stood at their cottage gates, men leaned out of the inn window, and children left their play and gathered around him to listen. Often he played dance tunes, and the youths would foot it with each other as partners, for there was seldom a grownup girl at home and the litte ones they despised. So the little girls, too, had to dance with each other. One stout old woman, who was said to have been gay in her time, would come out and give them hints, or she would take a turn herself, gliding around alone, her feet hidden by her long skirts, massively graceful.

Sometimes they would sing to the dance music, and the standers would join in.

"I have a bonnet, trimmed with blue why don't you wear it? So I do. When do you wear it? When I can, When I go out with my young man."

"My young man has gone to sea, with silver buckles on his knee, with his blue coat and yellow hose, and that's the way the polka goes."

or perhaps it would be

Step and fetch her, step and fetch her, step and fetch her, pretty little dear. Do not tease her, try to please her, step and fetch her, pretty little dear.

And so they would dance and sing through the long summer evenings, until dusk fell and the stars came out and they all went laughing and panting home, a community simple enough to be made happy by one little boy with a melodeon.

 - The Box, Lark Rise to Candleford by Flora Thompson.