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St. Stephen's Day honors the first
Christian martyr, stoned to death shortly after the
Crucifixion. St. Stephen's Day is a national holiday in
Ireland, but the celebrations have little connection to the
Saint.
In Ireland, St. Stephen's Day is the day
for "Hunting the Wren" or "Going on the
Wren." Originally, groups of small boys would hunt for a
wren, and then chase the bird until they either caught it or
it died from exhaustion. The dead bird was tied to the top of
a pole or holly bush, which was decorated with ribbons or
colored paper.
Early in the morning of St. Stephen's Day,
the wren was carried from house to house by the boys, who wore
straw masks or blackened their faces with burnt cork, and
dressed in old clothes (often women's dresses.) At each house,
the boys sing the Wren Boys' song. There are many versions and
variations of this song, including the following:
The wren, the wren, the king of all
birds,
On St. Stephen's Day was caught in the furze,
Although he is little, his family is great,
I pray you, good landlady, give us a treat.
My box would speak, if it had but a
tongue,
And two or three shillings, would do it not wrong,
Sing holly, sing ivy--sing ivy, sing holly,
A drop just to drink, it would drown melancholy.
And if you draw it of the best,
I hope in heaven your soul will rest;
But if you draw it of the small,
It won't agree with these wren boys at all.
Sometimes those who gave money were given a
feather from the wren for good luck. The money collected by
the Wren Boys was used to hold a dance for the whole village.
There are different legends about the
origin of this custom. One is that St. Stephen, hiding from
his enemies in a bush, was betrayed by a chattering wren. The
wren, like St. Stephen, should be hunted down and stoned to
death. Another legend holds that during the Viking raids of
the 700's, Irish soldiers were betrayed by a wren as they were
sneaking up on a Viking camp in the dead of night. A wren
began to eat breadcrumbs left on the head of a drum, and the
rat-a-tat-tat of its beak woke the drummer, who sounded the
alarm and woke the camp, leading to the defeat of the Irish
soldiers and the continuing persecution of the wren.
The pursuit and capture of the wren is also
related to the pagan custom of sacrificing a sacred symbol at
year's end. In contrast to the legends of the wren as
betrayer, the wren has also been revered in Ireland as the
"king of the birds." An Irish folktale tells of a
contest held among birds to see which could fly the highest
and should be accorded this title. The eagle soared higher
than any other bird, but lost the contest when a clever wren,
who had been hiding on the back of the eagle, flew off the
eagle and soared higher in the sky.
The custom of going on the wren fell into
disfavor around the turn of the century, and died out
completely in most parts of Ireland, but has been revived
throughout much of the country. Wrens are no longer killed--
an artificial wren may be used, or a real wren may be carried
about in a cage.The "Wren Boys" now include girls,
and adults often accompany the young people. Folk costumes and
traditional music and dancing are often part of going on the
wren, and the money collected is often used for community or
school projects.
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On
St. Stephen's Day, December 26th, crowds of people
take to Dingle Town, dressed in motley clothing,
wearing masks or straw suits and accompanied by
musicians remembering a festival with
antecedents that long predate Christmas.
The
Wren, in common with many customs in rural
Ireland, came close to extinction. From the
twenties and thirties onward emigration took a
great toll among those who would have taken part.
There was strong clerical opposition the money
raised in the collections the Wrenboys took up
went towards holding a ball in a local hotel or
public house and naturally there was alcohol
involved. The Church saw the Wren, as it saw the
house dances that kept traditional music alive in
those times, as an "occasion of sin."
Locals
and tourists alike have great fun singing and
dancing in various pubs which offer music on the
day. But beware if you do not dress up you
will be plagued by the Wrens !!
THE
WREN SONG
The wren, the wren, the king of all birds
St. Stephen's Day was caught in the firs
Although he was little, his honor was great
Jump up me lads and give us a treat
We followed the wren three miles or more
Three miles of more, three miles or more
Through hedges and ditches and heaps of snow
At six o'clock in the morning
Rolley, Rolley, where is your nest?
It's in the bush that I love best
It's in the bush, the holly tree
Where all the boys do follow me
As I went out to hunt and all
I met a wren upon the wall
Up with me wattle and gave him a fall
And brought him here to show you all
I have a little box under me arm
A tuppence or penny will do it no harm
For we are the boys who came your way
To bring in the wren on St. Stephen's Day
In
West Kerry, the focal point of the Wrenboys parade
is a hobby horse. A pantomime-type horse with a
wooden head, snapping jaws and a body made from
cloth stretched across a timber frame, it is worn
on the shoulders of one of the members of the Wren
who whirls and capers at the head of the
parade. The horse, for social and military
reasons, was of great importance in ancient
Ireland. Horses could be both lucky and unlucky,
and they had strong associations with the rights
to kingship and with fertility. The horse was so
important that its introduction to Ireland was
credited to the god Lugh. The greatest of the
Celtic gods, his name occurs across the continent
in place names like Lyon and Leiden. The cult of
the horse was also opposed by the early
Christians.
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