county, but is fast becoming obsolete. St. Andrew is there considered the patron saint of lacemaking, possibly because the intersecting threads in their delicate fabric so frequently form his cross; at any rate, his day is kept as a festival by all who practise that handicraft. The cakes that are made in honour of it are called “T’andry cakes,” a curious corruption of St. Andrew. Though this saint be the patron of Scotland, his day is now little heeded there. It was formerly kept by repasts of sheeps’ heads, the old national dish, and the day was called Andermas.
The days of the week are distinguished in the North by certain epithets, taken in part from Church feasts or festivals, in part from some local circumstance. According to my memory they run thus—
Collop Monday, Pancake Tuesday, Ash Wednesday,
Bloody Thursday, Long Friday, Hey for Saturday afternoon;
Hey for Sunday at twelve o’clock,
When all the plum-puddings jump out of the pot.
Another version is as follows—
Black Monday, Bloody Tuesday, Sorrowful Wednesday,
Joyful Thursday, Lang Friday ’ll ne’er be done,
Hey for Saturday afternoon,
Hey for Sunday at two o’clock,
When all the spice puddings come out of the pot.
