One of my favourite "relocations" occurred at a much-hyped U.S. concert by a Welsh fiddler who had "spent years researching and reconstructing the distinct repertoire of the almost-lost Welsh fiddle tradition."

She stepped up onto the stage, put her fiddle under her chin, lifted her bow, and launched into a tune I'd heard Ray Fisher sing years before as "What Can a Young Lassie Dae wi an Auld Man."

Oh, aye. Distinctly Welsh, maybe...but not Welsh exclusively!