-_Blackwood"s Magazine_, August 1821.
VIII. Through the needle-e"e, boys, One, two, three, boys.
-Ross-shire (Rev. W. Gregor).
IX. Hop my needle, burn my thread, Come thread my needle, Jo-hey.
-Lincoln (C. C. Bell).
X. Come thread a long needle, come thread, The eye is too little, the needle"s too big.
-Hanbury, Staffs. (Miss Edith Hollis).
XI. Thread the needle thro" the skin, Sometimes out and sometimes in.
-Warwickshire, Northall"s _Folk Rhymes_, 397.
XII. Open the gates as wide as the sky, And let King George and his lady go by.
-Ellesmere, Burne"s _Shropshire Folk-lore_, p. 321.
(_b._) The children stand in two long rows, each holding the hands of the opposite child, the two last forming an arch. They sing the lines, and while doing so the other children run under the raised arms. When all have pa.s.sed under, the first two hold up their hands, and so on again and again, each pair in turn becoming the arch. Mrs. Lloyd (Harpenden version) says the two first hold up a handkerchief, and the children all run under, beginning with the last couple. In the London version (Miss Dendy) the "last line is called out in quite different tones from the rest of the rhyme. It is reported to have a most startling effect." The Warwickshire version is played differently. The players, after pa.s.sing under the clasped hands, all circle or wind round one of their number, who stands still.
(_c._) In some cases the verse, "How many miles to Babylon?" is sung before the verses for "Thread the needle," and the reference made (_ante_, vol. i., p. 238) to an old version seems to suggest the origin of the game. This, at all events, goes far to prove that the central idea of the game is not connected with the sewing needle, but with an interesting dance movement, which is called by a.n.a.logy, Thread the needle. It is, however, impossible to say whether the verses of this game are the fragments of an older and more lengthy original, which included both the words of "How many miles to Babylon" and "Thread the needle," or whether these two were independent games, which have become joined; but, on the whole, I am inclined to think that "Thread the needle," at all events, is an independent game, or the central idea of an independent game, and one of some antiquity.
This game is well ill.u.s.trated by custom. At Trowbridge, in Wilts, a game, known as "Thread the needle," used to be the favourite sport with the lads and la.s.ses on the evening of Shrove Tuesday festival. The vocal accompaniment was always the following:-
Shrove Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday, when Jack went to plough, His mother made pancakes, she didn"t know how; She tipped them, she tossed them, she made them so black, She put so much pepper she poisoned poor Jack.
-_Notes and Queries_, 5th series, xi. p. 227.
At Bradford-on-Avon, as soon as the "pancake bell" rang at eleven A.M., the school children had holiday for the remainder of the day, and when the factories closed for the night, at dusk the boys and girls of the town would run through the streets in long strings playing "Thread the needle," and whooping and hallooing their best as they ran, and so collecting all they could together by seven or eight o"clock, when they would adjourn to the churchyard, where the old s.e.xton had opened the churchyard gates for them; the children would then join hands in a long line until they encompa.s.sed the church; they then, with hands still joined, would walk round the church three times; and when dismissed by the old s.e.xton, would return to their homes much pleased that they "Clipped the Church," and shouting similar lines to those said at Trowbridge.
At South Petherton, in South Somerset, sixty or seventy years ago, it was the practice of the young folk of both s.e.xes to meet in or near the market-place, and there commence "Threading the needle" through the streets, collecting numbers as they went. When this method of recruiting ceased to add to their ranks, they proceeded, still threading the needle, to the church, which they tried to encircle with joined hands; and then, whether successful or not, they returned to their respective homes. Old people, who remember having taken part in the game, say that it always commenced in the afternoon or evening of Shrove Tuesday, "after having eaten of their pancakes." In _Leicestershire County Folk-lore_, p. 114, Mr. Billson records that it was formerly the custom on Shrove Tuesday for the lads and la.s.ses to meet in the gallery of the Women"s Ward in Trinity Hospital to play at "Thread the Needle" and similar games.
At Evesham the custom is still more distinctly connected with the game, as the following quotation shows:-"One custom of the town is connected with a sport called "Thread my needle," a game played here by the children of the town throughout the various streets at sunset upon Easter Monday, and at no other period throughout the year. The players cry while elevating their arms arch-wise-
Open the gates as high as the sky, And let Victoria"s troops pa.s.s by."
-May"s _History of Evesham_, p. 319.
As all these customs occur in the early spring of the year, there is reason to think that in this game we have a relic of the oldest sacred dances, and it is at least a curious point that in two versions (Bocking and Ellesmere) the Anglo-Saxon t.i.tle of "Lady" is applied to the Queen.
The writer in _Blackwood"s Magazine_, who quotes the rhymes as "immemorial," says: "Another game played by a number of children, with a hold of one another, or "tickle tails," as it is technically called in Scotland, is "Through the needle-e"e."" Moor (_Suffolk Words and Phrases_) mentions the game. Patterson (_Antrim and Down Glossary_) gives it as "Thread the needle and sew." Barnes (_Dorset Glossary_) calls it "Dred the wold woman"s needle," in which two children join hands, and the last leads the train under the lifted arms of the first two. Holloway (_Dictionary of Provincialisms_) says the children form a ring, holding each other"s hands; then one lets go and pa.s.ses under the arms of two who still join hands, and the others all follow, holding either by each other"s hands or by a part of their dress. "At Ellesmere," Miss Burne says, "this game was formerly called "Crew Duck."
It now only survives among little girls, and is only played on a special day." It is alluded to in _Poor Robin"s Almanack_ for 1738: "The summer quarter follows spring as close as girls do one another when playing at Thread my needle; they tread upon each other"s heels." Strutt calls this "Threading the Taylor"s needle." Newell (_Games of American Children_) gives some verses, and describes it as played in America.
See "How many miles to Babylon," "Through the Needle "ee."
Three Days" Holidays
Two players hold up their joined hands, the rest pa.s.s under one by one, repeating, "Three days" holidays, three days" holidays!" They pa.s.s under a second time, all repeating, "b.u.mping day, b.u.mping day!" when the two leaders strike each player on the back in pa.s.sing. The third time they say, "Catch, catch, catch!" and the leaders catch the last in the train between their arms. He has the choice of "strawberries or grapes," and is placed behind one of the leaders, according to his answer. When all have been "caught," the two parties pull against each other.-Berrington (Burne"s _Shropshire Folk-lore_, p. 522).
"Holidays," says Miss Burne, "anciently consisted of three days, as at Easter and Whitsuntide, which explains the words of this game;" and the manorial work days were formerly three a week. See "Currants and Raisins."
Three Dukes
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-Madeley, Shropshire (Miss Burne).
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-Biggar, Lanarkshire (W. Ballantyne).
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-Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).
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-Isle of Man (A. W. Moore).
I. Here come three dukes a-riding, A-riding, a-riding; Here come three dukes a-riding, With a rancy, tancy, tay!
What is your good will, sirs?
Will, sirs? will, sirs?
What is your good will, sirs?
With a rancy, tancy, tay!
Our good will is to marry, To marry, to marry; Our good will is to marry, With a rancy, tancy, tay!
Marry one of us, sirs, Us, sirs, us, sirs; Marry one of us, sirs, With a rancy, tancy, tay!
You"re all too black and greasy [or dirty], Greasy, greasy; You"re all too black and greasy, With a rancy, tancy, tay!
We"re good enough for you, sirs, You, sirs, you, sirs; We"re good enough for you, sirs, With a rancy, tancy, tay!
You"re all as stiff as pokers, Pokers, pokers; You"re all as stiff as pokers, With a rancy, tancy, tay!
We can bend as much as you, sirs, You, sirs, you, sirs; We can bend as much as you, sirs, With a rancy, tancy, tay!
Through the kitchen and down the hall, I choose the fairest of you all; The fairest one that I can see Is pretty Miss --, walk with me.
-Madeley, Salop (Miss Burne), 1891.
[Another Shropshire version has for the fourth verse-