"Happy Hallowe'en folks, from a beautifully autumnal Scotland. Susie and I put together this video of the wonderful Violet Jacob poem that our great musical hero Jim Reid turned into a song. It was inspired by the death of her only son on Hallowe'en during the First World War. It is set on a farm and mentions a ploughman's kist like the old one we are sitting on. it alludes to Hallowe'en customs of the day among which bobbing for apples is still practised by children today. I carved out a large turnip to make a lantern in the traditional style. It's a lot more work but creates a great effect - very Harry Potter!"
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ReplyDeleteHallowe'en
THE tattie-liftin's nearly through,
They're ploughin' whaur the barley grew,
And aifter dark, roond ilka stack,
Ye'11 see the horsemen stand an' crack
Lachlan, but I mind o' you !
1 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 [Mummers who go door-to-door]
Clourin' the doors wi' runts o' kail*, [celery stalks]
And fine ye' 11 hear the skreichs 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
Richts 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' freends! 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'11 mebbe hae yer Hallowe'en
Yont, whaur ye're lyin' wi' the lave.
There's drink an' damn', sang an' dance
And ploys and kisses get their chance,
But Lachlan, man, the place I see
Is whaur the auld kist used to be
And the lichts o' Hallowe'en in France!
Violet Jacob
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/part2/jacob01.html