Each pie contains about a peck of flour, is about sixteen or eighteen inches diameter, and as large as will go into the mouth of an ordinary oven. The bailiff of the manor measures them with a rule, and takes the diameter; and if they are not of a sufficient capacity, he threatens to return them, and fine the town. If they are large enough, he divides them with a rule and compasses into four equal parts; of which the steward claims one, the warrener another, and the remainder is divided amongst the shepherds. In respect to the furmenty, the top of the dish in which it is put is placed level with the surface of the ground; all persons present are entitled to eat of it, and those who do not, are not deemed loyal to the lord. Every shepherd is obliged to eat of it, and for that purpose is to take a spoon in his pocket to the court; for if any of them neglect to carry a spoon with him he is to lay him down upon his belly, and sup the furmenty, with his face to the pot or dish; at which time it is usual, by way of sport, for some of the bystanders to dip his face into the furmenty; and sometimes a shepherd, for the sake of diversion, will purposely leave his spoon at home. In the North Riding of Yorkshire, those who have not the common materials for making a fire, generally sit without one on New Year’s Day; for none of their neighbours, although hospitable at other times, will suffer them to light a candle at their fires. If they do, it is believed that one of the family will die within the year.--_Gent. Mag._ 1811, vol. lxxxi. p. 424. Subjoined is all that appears to have survived of the Yorkshire _Hagmena song_:[2] “To-night it is the New Year’s night, to-morrow is the day, And we are come for our right and for our ray, As we used to do in old King Henry’s day Sing fellows, sing, hag man, ha! If you go to the bacon-flick, cut me a good bit; Cut, cut, and low, beware of your maw; Cut, cut, and round, beware of your thumb, That me and my merry men may have some. Sing fellows, sing, hag-man, ha! If you go to the black ark, bring me ten marks; Ten marks, ten pound, throw it down upon the ground, That me and my merry men may have some. Sing fellows, sing, hag-man, ha!” Brand’s _Pop. Antiq._ 1870, vol. i. p. 11. [2] See ‘New Year’s Eve.’ SCOTLAND. In the Memoirs of Lord Langdale by Sir T. D. Hardy, 1852, vol. i. p. 55, occurs the following: