The sun is reborn – the wheel of the year has turned
Yule
Welcome the Lucky Bird
To-night it is the New Year’s night, to-morrow is the day, And we are come for our right and for our ray, As we used to do in old King Henry’s day. Sing, fellows, sing Hagman heigh !
If you go to the bacon-flitch, cut me a good bit, Cut, cut and low, beware of your man ; Cut, and cut round, beware of your thumb, That I and my merry men may haye some. Sing, fellows, sing Hagman heigh !
If you go to the black ark, bring me ten mark, Ten mark, ten pound, throw it down upon the ground, That I and my merry men may have some. Sing, fellows, sing Hagman heigh !
If New Year’s Eve night wind blows south,
it betokenth warmth and growth;
If west, much mild and fish in the sea;
If north, more cold and storms there will be;
If east, will bear much fruit;
If north-east, flee it, man and brute.
Happy New Year Everyone
Yule
A merry Christmas, a happy new year and a jovial Handsel Monday.
A black Christmas makes a fat churchyard.
If the ice bears a goose before Christmas, it will not bear a duck afterwards.
Big as a Christmas pig.
It’s good crying Yule on another mans stool.
A windy Christmas is the sign of a good new year.
Ghosts never appear on Christmas eve.
Busy as an English oven at Christmas.
A kiss at Christmas and an egg at Easter.
A light Christmas, a heavy sheaf.
She simpers like a frummetty kettle at Christmas.
He’s a fool that marries at Yule, for when the bairn’s to bear, the corn’s to shear.
If Christmas day on a Monday fall, a troublous winter we shall have all.
The Smell of Water 