This is my favourite Hallowe'en song, it's from Allan Smethurst otherwise known as "The Singing Postman" There's a little of the Norfolk dialect in it which I have to write phonetically as I don't know the proper spelling...

Some folks say by the light of the day
They don't believe tha's true
That folks 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 don't 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
Then 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 nothin' 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