“We hunted the wren for Robin the Bobbin,
We hunted the wren for Jack of the Can,
We hunted the wren for Robin the Bobbin,
We hunted the wren for every one.”
After making the usual circuit and collecting all the money they could obtain, they laid the wren on a bier and carried it in procession to the parish churchyard, where, with a whimsical kind of solemnity, they made a grave, buried it and sang dirges over it in the Manks language, which they call her knell. After the obsequies were performed, the company, outside the churchyard wall, formed a circle and danced to music which they had provided for the occasion.
At present there is not a particular day for pursuing the wren: it is captured by boys alone, who follow the old custom principally for amusement. On St. Stephen’s Day a group of boys go from door to door with a wren suspended by the legs, in the centre of two hoops crossing each other at right angles, decorated with evergreens and ribbons, singing lines called Hunt the Wren. If at the close of this rhyme they are fortunate enough to obtain a small coin, they give in return a feather of the wren; and before the close of the day the little bird may sometimes be seen hanging about featherless. The ceremony of the interment of this bird in the churchyard, at the close of St. Stephen’s Day, has long since been abandoned; and the sea-shore or some waste ground was substituted in its place.
Norfolk.
It is an old custom in the town of East Dereham, to ring a muffled peal from the church tower on the morning of St. Stephen’s Day.—N. & Q. 3rd S. vol. iii. p. 69.
Oxfordshire.
The three vicars of Bampton, give beef and beer on the morning of St. Stephen’s Day to those who choose to partake of it. This is called St. Stephen’s breakfast.—Southey’s Common Place Book, 4th S. 1851, p. 395.
Yorkshire.
A correspondent of the Gent. Mag. (1811, vol. lxxxi. pt. i. p. 423) says, that in the North Riding of Yorkshire on the feast of St. Stephen large goose pies are made, all of which they distribute among their needy neighbours, except one, which is carefully laid up, and not tasted till the Purification of the Virgin, called Candlemas.
On this day, also, six youths, clad in white and bedecked with ribbands, with swords in their hands, travel from one village to another, performing the “sword dance.” They are attended by a fiddler, a youth whimsically dressed, named “Bessy,” and by one who personates a physician. One of the six youths acts the part of a king in a sort of farce, which consists chiefly of music and dancing, when the “Bessy” interferes while they are making a hexagon with their swords, and is killed.—Time’s Telescope, 1814, p. 315.