immortal bogles and witches travelled abroad in the streets and parks. My mother was very gifted at making costumes, and two of our neighbours, Hazel and Sandy Copeland, who came from the Highlands, threw everything they had into Halloween. At their house we âdookedâ for apples in basins of water and covered our faces in treacle as we tried to take bites from dripping scones that hung on strings from the ceiling. There was always a sense of the warm, excited interior and the frozen world outside, resplendent that night with its dark certainties about the life after death.
The following Poem will, by many Readers, be well enough understood; but, for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, Notes are added, to give some account of the principal Charms and Spells of that Night, so big with Prophecy to the Peasantry in the West of Scotland. The passion of prying into Futurity makes a striking part of the history of Humanânature, in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such should honor the Author with a perusal, to see the remains of it, among the more unenlightened in our own.
Halloween 1
Yes! let the Rich deride, the Proud disdain,
The simple pleasures of the lowly train;
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art .
Goldsmith
Upon that night , when Fairies light,
On Cassilis Downans 2 dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;
Or for Colean , the rout is taen,
Beneath the moonâs pale beams;
There, up the Cove , 3 to stray anâ rove,
Amang the rocks anâ streams
To sport that night.
Amang the bonie, winding banks,
Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear,
Where B RUCE 4 ance rulâd the martial ranks,
Anâ shook his Carrick spear,
Some merry, friendly, countra folks,
Together did convene,
To burn their nits, anâ pou their stocks,
Anâ haud their Halloween
Fuâ blythe that night.
The lasses feat, anâ cleanly neat,
Mair braw than when theyâre fine;
Their faces blythe, fuâ sweetly kythe,
Hearts leal, anâ warm, anâ kinâ:
The lads sae trig, wiâ wooer-babs,
Weel knotted on their garten,
Some unco blate, anâ some wiâ gabs,
Gar lasses hearts gang startin
Whyles fast at night.
Then, first anâ foremost, throâ the kail,
Their stocks 5 maun aâ be sought ance;
They steek their een, anâ grape anâ wale,
For muckle anes, anâ straught anes.
Poor havârel Will fell aff the drift,
Anâ wanderâd throâ the Bow-kail ,
Anâ powât, for want oâ better shift,
A runt was like a sow-tail
Sae bowât that night.
Then, straught or crooked, yird or nane,
They roar anâ cry aâ throwâther;
The vera wee-things , toddlan, rin,
Wiâ stocks out owre their shouther:
Anâ gif the custock âs sweet or sour,
Wiâ joctelegs they taste them;
Syne coziely, aboon the door,
Wiâ cannie care, theyâve placâd them
To lye that night.
The lasses staw frae âmang them aâ,
To pou their stalks oâ corn ; 6
But Rab slips out, anâ jinks about,
Behint the muckle thorn:
He grippet Nelly hard anâ fast;
Loud skirlâd aâ the lasses;
But her tap-pickle maist was lost,
Whan kiutlan in the Fause-house 7
Wiâ him that night.
The auld Guidwifeâs weel-hoordet nits 8
Are round anâ round divided,
Anâ monie lads anâ lasses fates
Are there that night decided:
Some kindle, couthie, side by side,
Anâ burn thegither trimly;
Some start awa, wiâ saucy pride,
Anâ jump out owre the chimlie
Fuâ high that night.
Jean slips in twa, wiâ tentie eâe;
Wha âtwas, she wadna tell;
But this is Jock , anâ this is me ,
She says in to hersel:
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