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October 27. Story of the Day: Sneezes

This story comes from The Nursery Rhymes of England by James Orchard Halliwell.

It is an example of ATU 2012 Days of the Week.

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SNEEZES

If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;
Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;
Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;
Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;
Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;
Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart to-morrow.

Compare the variations in Northall's English Folk-Rhymes; there is a version from Lancashire which includes Sunday:

Sneeze on a Sunday, your safety seek:
The devil will have you the whole of the week.





August 22. Story of the Day: The Witch

This item comes from Gomme's Traditional Games; see the many variations in the notes.

I have classified this as a days of the week type of story -- ATU 2012 Days of the Week --but there are other formulas involved too! The plot of the "story" might also remind you of the goat and her kids, which is classified as ATU 124.

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This game is played by nine children. One is chosen as Mother, seven are chosen for her children, and the other is a Witch. The Mother and Witch stand opposite the seven children. The Mother advances and names the children by the
days of the week, saying—
Sunday, take care of Monday,
Monday, take care of Tuesday,
Tuesday, take care of Wednesday,
Wednesday, take care of Thursday,
Thursday, take care of Friday,
Friday, take care of Saturday.
Take care the Old Witch does not catch you, 
and I'll bring you something nice.

The Mother then goes away, and the Witch advances, saying—
Sunday, your mother sent me for your best bonnet; she wants to get one like it for Monday. It is up in the top long drawer, fetch it quick.

Sunday goes away, and the Witch then seizes Saturday and runs off with her.

The Mother re-enters, and names the children again, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, misses Saturday, and says—
Where's Saturday?

The children all cry and say—
The Old Witch has got her.

This part is then repeated until the Witch has taken all the children and put them in a corner one by one, and stands in front to guard them. The Mother sets out to find the children, she sees the Old Witch, and says to her—
Have you seen my children?
Witch. Yes, I saw them walking down High Street.

Mother then goes away, does not find them, and comes back asking—
Have you seen my children?
W. Yes, I saw them going to school.

Mother then goes away, does not find them, and comes back asking—
Have you seen my children?
W. Yes, they are gone to church.

Mother again goes away, does not find them, and comes back asking—
Have you seen my children?
W. They are having dinner—you can't see them.

Mother again goes away, does not find them, and comes back asking—
Have you seen my children?
W. They are in bed.

M. Can't I go up and see them?
W. Your shoes are too dirty.

M. Can't I take them off?
W. Your stockings are too dirty.

M. Can't I take them off?
W. Your feet are too dirty.

M. Can't I cut them off?
W. The blood would run on the floor.

M. Can't I wrap them up in a blanket?
W. The fleas would hop out.

M. Can't I wrap them up in a sheet?
W. The sheet is too white.

M. Can't I ride up in a carriage?
W. You would break the stairs down.

The children then burst out from behind the Witch, and they and the Mother run after her, crying out,
Burn the Old Witch.

They continue chasing the Witch till she is caught, and the child who succeeds in catching her takes the part of the Witch in the next game.

—Dartmouth (Miss Kimber).

NOTES

The children choose from their party an Old Witch (who is supposed to hide herself) and a Mother. The other players are the daughters, and are called by the names of the week. The Mother says that she is going to market, and will bring home for each the thing that she most wishes for. Upon this they all name something. Then, after telling them upon no account to allow any one to come into the house, she gives her children in charge of her eldest daughter, Sunday, and goes away. In a moment, the Witch makes her appearance, and asks to borrow some trifle. Sunday at first refuses, but, after a short parley, goes into the next room to fetch the required article. In her absence the Witch steals the youngest of the children (Saturday), and runs off with her. Sunday, on her return, seeing that the Witch has left, thinks there must be something wrong, and counts the children, saying, Monday, Tuesday, &c., until she comes to Saturday, who is missing. She then pretends to cry, wrings her hands, and sobs out—Mother will beat me when she comes home.
On the Mother's return, she, too, counts the children, and finding Saturday gone, asks Sunday where she is. Sunday answers, Oh, mother! an Old Witch called, and asked to borrow , and, whilst I was fetching it, she ran off with Saturday. The Mother scolds and beats her, tells her to be more careful in the future, and again sets off for the market. This is repeated until all the children but Sunday have been stolen. Then the Mother and Sunday, hand in hand, go off to search for them. They meet the Old Witch, who has them all crouching down in a line behind her.
Mother. Have you seen my children?
Old Witch. Yes! I think by Eastgate.
The Mother and Sunday retire, as if to go there, but, not finding them, again return to the Witch, who this time sends them to Westgate, then to Southgate and Northgate. At last one of the children pops her head up over the Witch's shoulder, and cries out, "Here we are, Mother." Then follows this dialogue:—
M. I see my children, may I go in?
O. W. No! your boots are too dirty.
M. I will take them off.
O. W. Your stockings are too dirty.
M. I will take them off.
O. W. Your feet are too dirty.
M. I will cut them off.
O. W. Then the blood will stream over the floor.
The Mother at this loses patience, and pushes her way in, the Witch trying in vain to keep her out. She, with all her children, then chase the Witch until they catch her; when they pretend to bind her hand and foot, put her on a pile, and burn her, the children fanning the imaginary flames with their pinafores. Sometimes the dialogue after "Here we are, mother," is omitted, and the Witch is at once chased.—Cornwall [Folklore Journal, v. 53—54).

One child represents an old woman who is blind, and has eight children. She says she is going to market, and bids her eldest daughter let no one into the house in her absence. The eldest daughter promises. Then a second old woman knocks, and bribes the daughter, by the promise of a gay ribbon, to give her a light. Whilst the daughter is getting the light, the Witch steals a child and carries it off.
The daughter comes back, and makes all the other children promise not to tell their Mother. The Mother returns and says: "Are all the children safe?" The daughter says, "Yes." "Then let me count them." The children stand in a row, and the Mother counts by placing her hands alternately on their heads. The eldest daughter runs round to the bottom of the row, and so is counted twice.
This is repeated until all the children are gone. At the end the eldest daughter runs away, and the Mother finds all her children gone. Then the Witch asks the old woman to dinner, and the children, who have covered their faces, are served up as beef, mutton, lamb, &c. Finally they throw off their coverings and a general scrimmage takes place.—London (Miss Dendy).

At Deptford the game is played in the same way, and the dialogue is similar to the Cornish version, then follows—
I'll ride in a pan.
That will do.
The Mother gets inside to her children and says to them in turn, "Poke out your tongue, you're one of mine," then they run away home.—Deptford (Miss Chase).

In another Deptford version the children are named for days of the week, the Mother goes out, and the Witch calls and asks—Please you, give me a match. The minder goes upstairs, and the Witch carries a child off. The Mother comes home, misses child, and asks— Where's Monday? She's gone to her grandma. Mother pretends to look for her, and says— She ain't there. She's gone to her aunt's. Children own at last—The bonny Old Witch has took her! The Mother beats the Daughter who has been so careless, goes to Witch, and says— Have you any blocks of wood? Can I come in and see? No, your boots are too dirty, &c. [Same as previous versions.]

A number of girls stand in a line. Three girls out of the number represent Mother, Jack, and Daughter. The Mother leaves her children in charge of her Daughter, counts them, and says the following:—
I am going into the garden to gather some rue,
And mind old Jack-daw don't get you,
Especially you my daughter Sue,
I'll beat you till you're black and blue.
While the Mother is gone Jack comes and asks for a match; he takes a child and hides her up. The Mother comes back, counts her children, and finds one missing. Then she asks where she is, and the Daughter says that Jack has got her. The Mother beats the Daughter, and leaves them again, saying the same words as before, until all the children have gone.—Ipswich {Suffolk Folk-lore, p. 62).

I'll charge my children every one
To keep good house till I come home,
Especially you my daughter Sue,
Or else I'll beat you black and blue.
—Hersham, Surrey {Folk-lore Record, v. 88).

Halliwell gives a version of this which he calls the game of the "Gipsy." He gives no dialogue, but his game begins by the Mother saying some lines to the eldest daughter, which are almost identical with those given from Hersham, Surrey.

Mr. Newell gives some interesting American versions. This game appears in the versions given above to be a child-stealing game, and it may originate from this being a common practice some years ago, but it will be found on comparison to be so much like "Mother, mother, the pot boils over" (vol. i. p. 396) that it is more probable that this is the same game, having lost the important element of the "giving of fire," or a "light from the fire" out of the house, so soon as the idea that doing this put the inhabitants of the house into the power of the receiver or some evil spirit had become lost as a popular belief. "Matches" being asked for and a "light" confirms this. It will be seen that a Witch or evilly-disposed person is dreaded by the Mother, the eldest Daughter being specially charged to keep a good look-out. The naming of the children after the days of the week, the counting of them by the Mother, and the artifice of the eldest Daughter, in the London version, who gets counted twice, are archaic points. The discovery by tasting of the children by their Mother, and their suggested revival; the catching and "burning" of the Witch in the Dartmouth and Cornish games, are incidents familiar to us from nursery tales and from the trials of people condemned for witchcraft. Of the Cornish version it is said that "it has descended from generation to generation." Mr. Newell's versions tend, I think, to strengthen my suggestion in "Mother, the pot boils over," that the "fire" custom alluded to is the origin of that game and this. The fire incident has been forgotten, and the game therefore developed into a child-stealing or gipsy game.


Dodge. My Week

From Dodge's Rhymes and Jingles. The name of the illustrator is not given. This is ATU 2012 Days of the Week.


MY WEEK


On Monday I wash my dollies' clothes,
On Tuesday smoothly press 'em;

On Wednesday mend their little hose,
On Thursday neatly dress 'em.



On Friday I play they're taken ill,
On Saturday something or other;

But when Sunday comes, I say, "Lie still
I'm going to church with mother."





Northall. Marriage

From Northall's English Folk-Rhymes. Compare also the Fingernail rhyme.

This is ATU 2012 Days of the Week.


MARRIAGE

Monday for wealth,
Tuesday for health,
Wednesday best day of all;
Thursday for losses,
Friday for crosses,
And Saturday no luck at all.



Tarrant. Fingernails

From Nursery Rhymes by Margaret Tarrant.

The classification is ATU 2012 Days of the Week.

FINGERNAILS

Cut them on Monday, you cut them for health;
Cut them on Tuesday, you cut them for wealth;
Cut them on Wednesday, you cut them for news;
Cut them on Thursday, a new pair of shoes;
Cut them on Friday, you cut them for sorrow;
Cut them on Saturday, see your true love tomorrow;
Cut them on Sunday, ill-luck will be with you all the week.

For variations, see Northall's English Folk-Rhymes.

Cut them on Monday, cut them for news;
Cut them on Tuesday, a new pair of shoes;
Cut them on Wednesday, cut them for health;
Cut them on Thursday, cut them for wealth;
Cut them on Friday, cut them for woe;
Cut them on Saturday, a journey you'll go;
Cut them on Sunday, you cut them for evil—
For all the next week you'll be ruled by the Devil.

A man had better ne'er been born
Than have his nails on Sunday shorn.
Cut them on Monday, cut them for health;
Cut them on Tuesday, cut them for wealth;
Cut them on Wednesday, cut them for news;
Cut them on Thursday, a new pair of shoes;
Cut them on Friday, cut them for sorrow;
Cut them on Saturday, see your sweetheart to-morrow.




Lang. Monday's Bairn

This rhyme comes from The Nursery Rhyme Book edited by Andrew Lang. Lang's version has the Scottish "bairn" instead of the usual "child."

The classification is ATU 2012 Days of the Week.

MONDAY'S BAIRN

Monday's bairn is fair of face,
Tuesday's bairn is full of grace,
Wednesday's bairn is full of woe,
Thursday's bairn has far to go,
Friday's bairn is loving and giving,
Saturday's bairn works hard for its living,
But the bairn that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.


For variations, see Northall's English Folk-Rhymes.

Born of a Monday, fair in face;
Born of a Tuesday, full of God's grace;
Born of a Wednesday, merry and glad;
Born of a Thursday, sour and sad;
Born of a Friday, godly given;
Born of a Saturday, work for your living;
Born of a Sunday, never shall we want;
So there ends the week, and there's an end on't!

Born on Monday, fair in the face;
Born on Tuesday, full of God's grace;
Born on Wednesday, sour and sad;
Born on Thursday, merry and glad;
Born on Friday, worthily given;
Born on Saturday, work hard for your living;
Born on Sunday, you will never know want.

Sunday's child is full of grace,
Monday's child is full in the face,
Tuesday's child is solemn and sad,
Wednesday's child is merry and glad,
Thursday's child is inclined to thieving,
Friday's child is free in giving,
And Saturday's child works hard for his living.






Halliwell. Washing

From The Nursery Rhymes of England by James Orchard Halliwell. For variations, see Northall's English Folk-Rhymes. For Scottish, see Chambers' Popular Rhymes of Scotland.

This would be an example of ATU 2012 Days of the Week.


WASHING

They that wash on Monday
Have all the week to dry;
They that wash on Tuesday
Are not so much awry;
They that wash on Wednesday
Are not so much to blame;
They that wash on Thursday,
Wash for shame;
They that wash on Friday,
Wash in need;
And they that wash on Saturday,
Oh! they're sluts indeed.




Talley. When I Was a Roustabout

From Negro Folk Rhymes by Thomas Talley.

This would be an example of ATU 2012 Days of the Week. You can also find it as Roud 433.


WHEN I WAS A "ROUSTABOUT"

W'en I wus a "Roustabout," wild an' young,
I co'ted my gal wid a mighty slick tongue.
I tōl' her some oncommon lies dere an' den.
I tōl' her dat we'd marry, but I didn' say w'en.

So on a Mond'y mornin' I tuck her fer my wife.
Of co'se I wus 'spectin' an agreeable life.

But on a Chuesd'y mornin' she chuned up her pipe,
An' she 'bused me more 'an I'd been 'bused all my life.

On a Wednesd'y evenin', as I come 'long home,
I says to myse'f dat she wus all my own;

An' on a Thursd'y night I went out to de woods,
An' I cut me two big fine tough leatherwoods.

So on a Frid'y mornin' w'en she roll me 'er eyes,
I retched fer my leatherwoods to give 'er a s'prise,
Dem long keen leatherwoods wuked mighty well,
An' 'er tongue, it jes rattle lak a clapper in a bell.

On a Sadd'y mornin' she sleep sorter late;
An' de las' time I see'd her, she 'us gwine out de gate.
I wus feedin' at de stable, lookin' out through a crack,
An' she lef' my log cabin 'fore I could git back.

On a Sund'y mornin', as I laid on my bed,
I didn' have no Nigger wife to bother my head.
Now whisky an' brandy jug's my biges' bes' friend,
An' my long week's wuk is about at its end.




Lang. Solomon Grundy.

From The Nursery Rhyme Book edited by Andrew Lang. Learn more at Wikipedia: Solomon Grundy

This is TMI Z24.1.3 Solomon Grundy = ATU 2012. See also Roud 19299.

SOLOMON GRUNDY



Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday:
This is the end
Of Solomon Grundy.

ATU 2012 Days of the Week


At this site:

ATU 2012: Z24.1.3. Solomon Grundy. This miscellaneous type comprises various chain tales in which the months of the year, days of the week, or hours of the day are connected to actions or events:
1. A forgetful man enumerates the chores done on various days of the week and comes to the conclusion that today must be Sunday.
2. A widower relates how he courted, married, and buried his wife within a single week.
3. The chief events of a human life, from birth to death, are assigned to hours of the day.
4. In a children's rhyme, the main events of human life, from birth to death, are assigned to the various days of the week.
5. A bird gives a father instructions for educating his lazy children. She tells him what she does for her chicks each month from March to August, when they are ready to fly away.