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.