Before people started getting worried about Hallowe'en in primary schools, I remember a song from the early 1960s which our class sang - this was in Edinburgh, by the way, and Hallowe'en never quite disappeared from Scotland, before the American onslaught of recent years. It goes after this fashion: It's Hallowe'en and witches fly, On their broomsticks through the sky, Each is wearing a pointed hat, And each has got a big, black cat. And now it's time to have a feast, Of treacle scones and roasted nuts, Apples for dooking, juicy and red, And turnip lanterns to go to bed. Anybody else remember it? Tune - 6/8 time, minor key.
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