Isle of Wight
At Brighstone parties of young boys, girls, and very small children parade the village, singing the following words:
“Shroving, shroving, I am come to shroving.
White bread and apple pie,
My mouth is very dry;
I wish I were well a-wet,
As I could sing for a nut.
Shroving, shroving, I am come to shroving.
A piece of bread, a piece of cheese,
A piece of your fat bacon,
Dough nuts and pancakes,
All of your own making.
Shroving, shroving, I am come to shroving.”16
N. & Q. 1st S. vol. xi. p. 239.
Notes
16 For a more detailed account of the Isle of Wight Shrovers, see Halliwell’s Popular Rhymes, 1849, p. 246.