Saint Monday

In his autobiography, Benjamin Franklin refers to the practice, saying of his youthful employment in a London printing house, "My constant attendance (I never making a St. Monday) recommended me to the master".

[6] An 18th-century folk song from Sheffield, England, "The Jovial Cutler", portrays a craftsman enjoying a lazy Saint Monday, much to the dismay of his wife:[7] Brother workmen, cease your labour, Lay your files and hammers by.

Listen while a brother neighbour Sings a cutler's destiny: How upon a good Saint Monday, Sitting by the smithy fire, We tell what's been done o't Sunday, And in cheerful mirth conspire.

"Ah, the bright, fat, idle devil Now I see thy goings on, Here thou sits all day to revel Ne'er a stroke o' work thou'st done.

Thou knows I hate to broil and quarrel, But I've neither soap nor tea; Od burn thee, Jack, forsake thy barrel, Or nevermore thou'st lie wi' me."