Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in switch licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour…

CHAUCER: PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES

I’ve often wondered about Chaucer’s ‘droghte of March’ – in my (admittedly brief) experience, the month of March and the word ‘drought’ are a bit of a miss match – the early Spring weather must have deteriorated significantly since the end of the fourteenth century!

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Anyway, here are two round dances for the month:

Debussy’s portrait of his native France, the Rondes de Printemps, which makes extensive use of the children’s song/game/dance Nous n’irons plus au bois [We’ll go to the woods no more]:

…and a slightly more pagan(?) and sinister Russian khorovod [round dance] courtesy of Stravinsky – his Rondes Printanières [Spring Rounds] from The Rite of Spring: