Every year, I send out a Season’s Greetings tweet, usually enlivened by an amusing image I have shamelessly ripped off from somewhere.
This year it came from some seventeenth century ballad sheet purely because the last two lines of the first verse read
And to our Christmas feast their comes,
Young men and Maid to shake their bums
(I’ve removed the long s’s of the original for readability).
Now this is actually quite interesting.
Years of BBC classic series have conditioned us to think of sixteenth and seventeenth century dance as mannered and rather formal, with people stepping through the dance in an overly dignified way, yet one thing we do know about seventeenth century dance is that music like that in Playford’s Dancing Master can be played with considerable verve and brio.
They may have been the same dances as the slow and stately ones but I’m immediately reminded of the contrast between the rather twee Ladies’ Country Dance Society and the mayhem of of a bush dance in a barn in Wales that I once went to that featured all the old country dance favourites but performed at double speed.
I’ll let you guess which was (a) more fun and (b) may well have involved bumshaking.
And of course one also has to mention that indispensable fashion accessory, the bumroll.
Now again most fashion history tends to focus on what the upper classes wore, for the simple reason that that is what we have most evidence for.
However, people being people, I’m sure that seventeenth century maids were as likely to dress up as their twenty first century sisters, except that rather than a push up bra they chose a bumroll, possibly a more modest affair than those worn by high society, but still enough of a roll to accentuate the movement of the hips, and that, coupled with energetic dancing, would almost certainly resulted in a decent amount of bum shaking …