David Cameron can take us out of Europe, but can he take Europe out of us?
Over
Christmas I kept coming across midwinter rituals of various kinds, particularly
Scandinavian Yule Goats for some reason. It inspired me to write this...
Kentish Hooden Horse |
I
was born and brought up in Kent and have lived for the past 30 years in
Derbyshire. Those two places are very different but they have one rather
esoteric thing in common… ritual horses.
In
Kent a Christmas collecting ritual involves the Hooden Horse. No-one can
successfully explain what ‘hooden’ means although there are many theories and I
didn’t come across them when I was young. (I left when I was 18.) The hooden
horse is what is known as a ‘mast horse’ - a head on a long pole with a cloth
draped over the wearer. Hoodening is an old tradition but had almost died out
and has been resurrected in the past couple of decades. Folk Festivals or any
event where morris men gather are full of hooden horses these days! That’s
fitting, of course, for what was one of Britain’s oldest kingdoms which still
has a rearing white horse as its emblem.
In
Derbyshire we have both the Derby Ram and the Old ‘oss which are often
interchangeable and are also part of similar Christmas/New Year collecting
rituals. The ‘oss is also a mast horse and the Ram is similar but smaller. Both
counties tend to think of their creature as unique and special and the hobby
horse generally is often considered to be the epitome of Englishness, along
with the Morris Dance. I also bought into that story 40 years ago when I first
became interested in traditional songs and customs but, over the years, I have
gradually realised that they are not unique to England at all—they are
pan-European.
At
this point it would be appropriate to watch my You Tube video of the song Poor
Old Horse where you will see pictures from England, Wales, Scandinavia,
Romania, Poland and Russia.
Click for POOR OLD HORSE SLIDE SHOW
There
is also a video of me performing the song live.
Click for POOR OLD HORSE LIVE
Winster Morris performing the Derby Ram or the Owd Tup |
The
version of Poor Old Horse I sing was collected by Sidney Oldall Addy, a
Sheffield solicitor and amateur folklorist round about 1888 although the final,
Christmas verse is from the related Welsh Marie Lwyd tradition. Before I
recorded it I toyed with the idea of including a spoken verse from Cheshire but
decided against it because to sound at all authentic it needs the correct
accent:
“Once
he was alive and now he’s dead,
Nothing
but a poor old horse’s head.
This
poor old horse has but one leg
And
for his money he has to beg.
This
poor old horse has an eye like hawk
And
a neck like a rainbow
And
a foot like a paver’s jammer
And
as many wimbles and jimbles
On
his forehead as half an acre of ploughed land.
Whey!
Whoa! Stand up Dick and show yourself!”
Addy
was very excited about the Derby Ram and decided it was a relic of the Viking
occupation of the East Midlands. He wrote:
‘Amongst
the earliest recollections of my childhood is the performance of the
"Derby Ram," or, as we used to call it, the Old Tup. With tile eye of memory I can see a number of
young men standing one winter's evening in the deep porch of an old country
house, and singing the
ballad of the Old Tup. In the midst of the company was a young man with a
sheep's skin, horns and all, on his back, and standing on all fours. What it
all meant I could not make out, and the thing that most impressed me was the
roar of the voices in that vault-like porch. The sheep and the men were
evidently too harmless to frighten any child, and a play in which the only act
was the pretended slaughter of an old tup was not in itself attractive. I
remember the following lines:
As I was going to Derby, all on a
market day,
I met the finest tup, sir, that
ever was fed with hay.
Fay lay, lay lay, folderol,
older, I day.
This tup was fat behind, sir,
this tup was fat before,
This tup was ten miles high, sir,
indeed he was no more.
Fay lay, &c
The wool that grew on his back,
sir, it was so mighty high,
The
eagles built their nests in it, for I heard the young ones cry.
Fay
lay, &c
The butcher that stuck this tup,
sir, was up to the eyes in blood,
And
all the old women in Derby were washed away by the flood.
Fay
lay, &c
Then the ballad went on to tell
how and for what purpose people begged for his bones, eyes, teeth, hide, &c
but I cannot remember more of it.
However, in a version printed by Jewitt they beg for his horns to make
milking pails, and for his eyes to make footballs. And a tanner begs for his hide, which is big
enough "to cover all Sinfin Moor."
Here we have a ballad describing the slaughter of a being of monstrous
size, and the uses to which his body was put.
Now when I first read the Edda, [old
Scandinavian poems and myths written down in Iceland before the 13th century… ]
and came to the passage which tells how the sons of Bor slew the giant Ymir,
and how, when he fell, so much blood ran out of his wounds that all the race of
frost-giants was drowned in it, I said to myself, " Why, that’s the “Old
Tup" and when I read further on and found how they made the sea from his
blood, the earth from his flesh, the rocks from his teeth, the heaven from his
skull, it seemed to me that I had guessed rightly. The Old Tup was the giant Ymir, and the
mummers of my childhood were acting the drama of the Creation.
There is a video of me singing a
version of the Derby Ram HERE It was
filmed for a video project.
Handsworth Tup, A Romanian Capra, the Scandinavian Julbock |
For a while I thought Addy was
correct about the Scandinavian origin, after-all the Julbock—the Yule Goat, is
still an essential part of Christmas in Sweden—but then I read that identical
ideas can be found in Germany—that would also make sense, it was brought here
by the Anglo-Saxons. Why can we find the Derby Ram being performed in Transylvania,
Poland, Russia then? Well, it could have been taken by the Vikings who traded
with and settled throughout those lands, or the Germans themselves could have
transmitted the idea—there are fair haired people of German origin in
Transylvania who trace their ancestry back to the children kidnapped by the
Pied Piper of Hamelin! (although the truth is more mundane!)
Some people cast doubt on any
tradition being more than a few hundred years old and this is largely based on the fact that there are no written records. But why, when paper was expensive and time short, would you waste them in writing about a normal thing that happened every year and which everyone knew about? And/or the kind of people who did the writing would not be involved in the rites and rituals of the common folk and might not even know they happened. They definitely wouldn't have been considered noteworthy. I’m pretty sure that some
of the ideas behind our modern customs (but not necessarily the custom itself) are shadows of things which happened thousands of
years ago.
The similarities between these customs in the various countries seem too great for it to be coincidence. Could it be that the custom, the symbol, the idea of the huge midwinter beast, pre-dates the splitting up of peoples into different nationalities? Could it go back to our common ancestors who moved into Europe after the Ice Age? We don’t know what that beast was then but over the years they began to use whatever was common and available—a sheep’s skull, a horse’s head, the reindeer antlers at Abbots Bromley and so on. So, far from being a host of different customs perhaps they are all survivals from one very ancient one(?)
The similarities between these customs in the various countries seem too great for it to be coincidence. Could it be that the custom, the symbol, the idea of the huge midwinter beast, pre-dates the splitting up of peoples into different nationalities? Could it go back to our common ancestors who moved into Europe after the Ice Age? We don’t know what that beast was then but over the years they began to use whatever was common and available—a sheep’s skull, a horse’s head, the reindeer antlers at Abbots Bromley and so on. So, far from being a host of different customs perhaps they are all survivals from one very ancient one(?)
Perhaps it sums up what it means to be European!?
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