CHRISTMAS SONGS AND CAROLS OF THE TIME OF THE CIVIL WARS, THE COMMONWEALTH, AND THE RESTORATION. HE lively Christmas verses by Wither- "With twenty other gambols mo, In the course of a few short years we find that penalties were enforced against parish officers for permitting the decking of churches, and even for allowing divine service to be performed therein on Christmas morning; and, to quote the words of old John Taylor, the water poet,"All the liberty and harmless sports, the merry gambols, dances, and friscols, with which the toiling ploughman and labourer once a year were wont to be recreated, and their spirits and hopes revived for a whole twelvemonth, are now extinct and put out of use, in such a fashion as if they never had been. Thus are the merry lords of bad rule at Westminster; nay more, their madness hath extended itself to the very vegetables; the senseless trees, herbs, and weeds, are in a profane estimation amongst them-holly, ivy, mistletoe, rosemary, bays, are accounted ungodly branches of superstition for your entertainment. And to roast a sirloin of beef, to touch a collar of brawn, to take a pie, to put a plum in the pottage pot, to burn a great candle, or to lay one block the more in the fire for your sake, Master Christmas, is enough to make a man to be suspected and taken for a Christian, for which he shall be apprehended for committing High Parliament Treason and mighty malignancy against the general Council of the Directorian private Presbyterian Conventicle."* In another pamphlet, published a few years later, Taylor gives us a further insight into the doings of the Puritanical party. It would appear, however, that their efforts "to keep Christmas day out of England," as he expresses it, were unattended with success, so far as the rural districts were concerned. He brings forward old Father Christmas, who informs us that certain "hot, zealous brethren were of opinion that, from the 24th of December at night, till the 7th of January following, plum pottage was mere Popery, that a collar of brawn was an abomination, that roast beef was anti-christian, that mince pies were relics of the woman of Babylon, and a goose, a turkey, or a capon, were marks of the beast." 66 After a few words of remonstrance, "Christmas proceeds to describe his visit to a grave, fox-furred mammonist," by whom he is received with anything but cordiality; and taking his departure, he makes his way into the country, where he meets with the "best and freest welcome from some kind country farmers: I will describe one," he observes, "for all the rest in Devonshire and Cornwall, where the goodman, with the dame of the house, and every body else, were exceeding glad to see me. and, with all country courtesy and solemnity, I was had into the parlour; there I was placed at the upper end of the table, and my company about me, we had good cheer and free welcome, and we were merry without music. "After dinner we arose from the board and sat by the fire-where the hearth was embroidered all over with roasted apples, piping hot, expecting a bowl of ale for a cooler (which presently was transformed into warm lambswool). Within an hour after we went to church, where a good old minister spoke very reverendly of my Master, Christ, and also he uttered many good speeches concerning me, exciting and exhorting the people to love and unity one with another, and to extend their charities to the needy and distressed. "After prayers we returned home, where we discoursed merrily, without either profaneness or obscenity; supper being ended, we went to cards; some sung carols and merry songs (suitable to the times); then the poor labouring hinds and the maid-servants, with the ploughboys, went nimbly to dancing, the poor toiling wretches being all glad of my company, because they had little or no sport at all till I came amongst them; and therefore they leaped and skipped for joy, singing a catch to the tune of hey, "Let's dance and sing, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year.' Thus at active games and gambols of hotcockles, shoeing the wild mare, and the like harmless sports, some part of the tedious night was spent ; and early in the morning we took our leaves of them thankfully; and though we had been thirteen days well entertained, yet the poor people • The Complaint of Christmas, written after Twelftide, and printed before Candlemas, 1646. MERRY CHRISTMAS, were very unwilling to let me go; so I left them, quite out of hope to have my company again for a twelvemonth's space, that, if I were not banished in my absence, they should have my presence again next 25th of December, 1653." MERRY CHRISTMAS. GEORGE WITHER. O, now is come our joyful'st feast; And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine; Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now all our neighbours' chimneys smoke, And all their spits are turning. "Christmas In and Out; or, Our Lord and Saviour Christ's Birthday," 1652. Without the door let sorrow lie; Now every lad is wondrous trim, And no man minds his labour; Our lasses have provided them A bag-pipe and a tabour; Young men and maids, and girls and boys, And you anon shall by their noise Perceive that they are merry. Rank misers now do sparing shun ; Ned Squash hath fetched his bands from pawn, And all his best apparel; Brisk Nell hath bought a ruff of lawn With droppings of the barrel; And those that hardly all the year Had bread to eat, or rags to wear, And all the day be merry. • Fiddlers. With capons make their errants;* And if they hap to fail of these, They plague them with their warrants: And then they shall be merry. This was an old custom on the part of tenants to their landlords, which came to be "And when the tenants come to pay their quarter's rent, At Christmas a capon, at Michaelmas a goose, And somewhat else at New Year's tide, for fear their lease fly loose." And Bishop Hall, in his Satires, has the following allusion to the circumstance:- "Yet must he haunt his greedy landlord's hall, With often presents at each festival; With crammed capons every New Year's morn, Or with green cheeses when his sheep are shorn." |