Gloucestershire.
In the village of Randwick, hard by the Stroud cloth-mills, at the appointed daybreak, three cheeses were carried upon a litter, festooned and garlanded with blossoms, down to the churchyard, and rolled thrice mystically round the sacred building; being subsequently carried back in the same way upon the litter in triumphal procession, to be cut up on the village-green and distributed piecemeal among the bystanders.—Household Words, 1859, vol. xix. p. 515.
In this county the children sing the following song as they dance round the Maypole:
“Round the Maypole, trit-trit-trot!
See what a Maypole we have got;
Fine and gay.
Trip away,
Happy is our new May-day.”—
Aunt Judy’s Magazine, 1874, No. xcvii. p. 436.