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Mistletoe
Tradition
ran that the fate of the Hays of Errol, an estate in Perthshire,
near the Firth of Tay, was bound up with the mistletoe that grew
on a certain great oak. A member of the Hay family has recorded
the old belief as follows: "Among the low country families the
badges are now almost generally forgotten; but it appears by an
ancient MS., and the tradition of a few old people in Perthshire,
that the badge of the Hays was the mistletoe. There was formerly
in the neighbourhood of Errol, and not far from the Falcon stone,
a vast oak of an unknown age, and upon which grew a profusion
of the plant: many charms and legends were considered to be connected
with the tree, and the duration of the family of Hay was said
to be united with its existence. It was believed that a sprig
of the mistletoe cut by a Hay on Allhallowmas eve, with a new
dirk, and after surrounding the tree three times sunwise, and
pronouncing a certain spell, was a sure charm against all glamour
or witchery, and an infallible guard in the day of battle. A spray
gathered in the same manner was placed in the cradle of infants,
and thought to defend them from being changed for elfbairns by
the fairies. Finally, it was affirmed, that when the root of the
oak had perished, 'the grass should grow in the hearth of Errol,
and a raven should sit in the falcon's nest.' The two most unlucky
deeds which could be done by one of the name of Hay was, to kill
a white falcon, and to cut down a limb from the oak of Errol.
When the old tree was destroyed I could never learn. The estate
has been sold out of the family of Hay, and of course it is said
that the fatal oak was cut down a short time before." The old
superstition is recorded in verses which are traditionally ascribed
to Thomas the Rhymer: While the mistletoe bats on Errol's aik,
And that aik stands fast, The Hays shall flourish, and their good
grey hawk Shall nocht flinch before the blast. But when the root
of the aik decays, And the mistletoe dwines on its withered breast,
The grass shall grow on Errol's hearthstane, And the corbie roup
in the falcon's nest.
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