To be honest, M.Ted, I am only reiterating that claim myself, without being able to prove it either way. That claim is made daily by the Domna Samiou dancing troupes, however (she is the nearest thing we have to Cecil Sharp in Greece, but I wonder if she had been as diligent as C# in her collecting tours).

Isn't Pontian dancing stirring though? To see the men in those weird black clothes with flashes of yellow fiercely stomping their steps in unison and making the ground shake, it gets me in the stomach. And as an aside, the way they shout to each other the next variation in the dance reminds me a little of some Morris sides.