Violet Jacob's original text of HALLOWE'EN can be seen with Google Book Search in Bonnie Joann, and Other Poems by Violet Jacob, London: J. Murray, 1921:


HALLOWE'EN

The tattie-liftin's nearly through,
They're ploughin' whaur the barley grew,
    And aifter dark, roond ilka stack,
    Ye'll see the horsemen stand an' crack
O Lachlan, but I mind o' you!

I mind foo often we hae seen
Ten thoosand stars keek doon atween
    The nakit branches, an' below
    Baith fairm an' bothie hae their show,
Alowe wi' lichts o' Hallowe'en.

There's bairns wi' guizards* at their tail
Cloorin' the doors wi' runts** o' kail,
    And fine ye'll hear the screichs an' skirls
    O' lassies wi' their droukit curls
Bobbin' for aipples i' the pail.

The bothie fire is loupin' het,
A new heid horseman's kist is set
    Richt's o' the lum; whaur by the blaze
    The auld ane stude that kept yer claes—
I canna thole to see it yet!

But gin the auld fowks' tales are richt
An ghaists come hame on Hallow nicht,
    O freend o' friends! what wad I gie
    To feel ye rax yer hand to me
Atween the dark an' caun'le licht?

Awa' in France, across the wave,
The wee lichts burn on ilka grave,
    An' you an' me their lowe hae seen—
    Ye'll mebbe hae yer Hallowe'en
Yont, whaur ye're lyin' wi' the lave.

There's drink an' daffin', sang an' dance
And ploys and kisses get their chance,
    But Lachlan, man, the place I see
    Is whaur the auld kist used tae be
And the lichts o' Hallowe'en in France!


[*Mummers who go from door to door.]
[**Cabbage-stalks.]