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In some of our farmhouses the Good Friday bun may be seen hanging to a string from the bacon-rack, slowly diminishing until the return of the season replaces it by a fresh one. It is of sovereign good in all manners of diseases afflicting the family or cattle. I have more than once seen a little of this cake grated into a warm mash for a sick cow.
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There is a widely known belief in West Cornwall, that young ravens are always hatched on Good Friday.
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Lilly-bangers. Fifty years since a man, nicknamed Harry Martillo, with his wife, the
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always kept one of these
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I've been in Europe, Ayshee, Afrikee, and Amerikee, And come back and married the lovelee.
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(hardbake), strongly flavoured with peppermint. Of course a lively market would influence the dose, and as for
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Upon little Easter Sunday, the freeholders of the towne and mannour of Lostwithiel, by themselves or their deputies, did there assemble, amongst whom one (as it fell to his lot by turne), bravely apparelled, gallantly mounted, with a crowne on his head, a scepter in his hand, a sword borne before him, and dutifully attended by all the rest also on horseback, ride thorow the principal streete to the Church; there the Curate in his best 'beseene' solemne receiud him at the Church-yard stile, and conducted him to heare diuine seruice; after which he repaired with the same pompe to a house fore-prouided for that purpose, made a feast to his attendants, kept the table's end himselfe, and was serued with kneeling, assay, and all other rites due to the estate of a Prince; with which dinner the ceremony ended, and every man returned home again.
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A custom still existing at St. John's, Helston, and also at Buryan. The last mayor of the Quay, Penzance, was Mr. Robinson, a noted authority on sea fishing, etc. He died about ten years ago.
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When one boy succeeds in taking in another, he shouts after him, Fool! fool! the
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Cuckoo or
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Crowder feast is on the nearest Sunday to the 28th April. Tradition accounts for the first name by the story of a man who there gave a feast on an inclement day in the end of April. To warm his guests he threw some faggots on the fire (or some furze-bushes), when a cuckoo flew out of them, calling
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Cuckoo! cuckoo!
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Crowder in Cornwall means a fiddler, and the fiddle is called a
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In former days the parishioners of Towednack were met at the church door on
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day by a
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who, playing on his
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May-poles are still to be seen on May-day, at Pelynt, Dulver, and East and West Looe.