Fastelavn
(En Skizze)
Fastelavn idyllisk staaer med sin Gaas i Haanden,
Og foruden Bollerne faaer man lidt for Aanden.
Midt paa Kjøbsted-Torvet hist, seer man Tønden hænge.
Byens ædle Borgerskab og de voxne Drenge
Slaae paa Tønden stærke Slag saa ihast den knækker,
Den som slog det sidste Slag man en Krone rækker.
Inde nu han hædres skal høit med Sang og Drikken,
Og i Toget tør han gaae lige ved Musikken.
Der er baade Violin, Tromme og Skalmeie;
Mildt han hilser rundtomkring, Byens Damer neie.
(Man veed, at det indtil vor Tid har været en Skik paa Landet,
at trække Hovedet af en Gaas Fastelavns-Mandag)
Shrovetide
(A sketch)
Shrovetide stands idyllically, in his hands a goose,
And apart from buns, for mental food finds some excuse.
At the centre of the town square there’s a barrel hanging.
All the town’s fine folk and adult boys are busy banging
At the barrel with hard blows, hoping it starts cracking,
For a crown awaits the man that gives the final whacking.
Soon with songs and drinking one will honour his accession,
And he’ll head musicians playing in a long procession.
Violins and drums and shawms with gusto then will play;
All the ladies curtsey when he gladly waves their way.
(It is well known that up until our age it was customary in rural
areas to pull the head off a goose on Shrove Monday)
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