no-one has mentioned the song "On The Night Of Hallowe'en" written by Norfolk singer-songwriter Allan Smethurst aka The Singing Postman:

The dialect is a bit hard to write down,and I hope it is understood

Some folks say by the light of the day
They don't believe wha's true
That ghosts will roam, far from their home
And the witches make their brew
Dew you go where the lights are low
They don't seem quite so keen
And they dont dare go anywhere
On the night of Hallowe'en.

Now we all go down to the old Churchyard
I dust you go inside
You're not far from the old hall beyond
Where the headless horsemen ride
The you prick those doors seven times
And I know that you will scream
When the devil pops his head out the top
On the night of Hallowe'en.

Ghosts don't like nobody
They all make awful cries.
They weep and moan, grunt and groan
And they don't like exorcise
See them walk through the castle walls
As though there's nuthin' between
So don't you stray too far away
On the night of Hallowe'en.

Now we all know Shuck, he's a rare old dog
He likes to prowl around
Waiting for, down on the shore
The master who was drowned.
His hair is black,
His teeth are red
His eyes oh how they gleam
If he gets you
It's toodle-oo
On the night of Hallowe'en!

I have it on mp3 if anyone would like to hear it.