A Yorkshire Almanac Comprising 366 Historical Extracts, Red-letter Days and Customs, and Astronomical and Meteorological Data
John Brand. 1849. Observations on the Popular Antiquities of Great Britain, Vol. 1. Ed. Henry Ellis. London: Henry G. Bohn. Get it:
.Tonight it is the New Year’s night, tomorrow is the day,
And we are come for our right and for our ray,
As we used to do in old King Henry’s day:
Sing, fellows, sing, hag-man, ha!
If you go to the bacon-flick cut me a good bit;
Cut, cut, and low, beware of your maw.
Cut, cut, and round, beware of your thumb,
That me and my merry men may have some:
Sing, fellows, sing, hag-man, ha!
If you go to the black ark, bring me ten marks;
Ten marks ten pound, throw it down upon the ground,
That me and my merry men may have some;
Sing, fellows, sing, hag-man, ha!
To facilitate reading, the spelling and punctuation of elderly excerpts have generally been modernised, and distracting excision scars concealed. My selections, translations, and editions are copyright.
Abbreviations:
The year assigned is that preceding publication, but I suspect the song to be much older. The pinder (someone in charge of impounding stray animals) is added by Robert Bell several years later (Bell 1857). Hogmanay is of course first recorded in a Latin entry in 1443 in the West Riding as hagnonayse (OED contributors 2021). “Rey” < rea, a low-denomination Portuguese coin cognate with the Spanish real.
Take the warning in verse 2 seriously: a good guitarist I know in Barcelona started slicing ham while drunk, and took off his left thumb. On the same hand, the damage Django Reinhardt suffered to the fourth and fifth fingers of his left hand was caused by a caravan fire, not a love of pork.
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To-night it is the New Year’s night, to-morrow is the day,
And we are come for our right and for our ray,
As we used to do in old King Henry’s day:
Sing, fellows, sing, hag-man, ha!
If you go to the bacon-flick cut me a good bit;
Cut, cut, and low, beware of your maw.
Cut, cut, and round, beware of your thumb,
That me and my merry men may have some:
Sing, fellows, sing, hag-man, ha!
If you go to the black ark, bring me ten marks;
Ten marks ten pound, throw it down upon the ground,
That me and my merry men may have some;
Sing, fellows, sing, hag-man, ha!
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