Quatrains on Beltaine, &c.
Author: Kuno Meyer
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p. 49.
I tell to you, a special festival,
The glorious dues of May-day:
Ale, worts, sweet whey,
And fresh curds to the fire.
Lammas-day, make known its dues,
In each distant year:
Tasting every famous fruit,
Food of herbs on Lammas-day.
Meat, ale, nut-mast, tripe,
These are the dues of summer’s end;
A bonfire on a hill pleasantly,
Buttermilk, a roll of fresh butter.
Tasting every food in order,
This is what behoves at Candlemass,
Washing of hand and foot and head,
It is thus I say.
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