Fin nichts draw in an fires burn high
An antrin bogies glower inbye
An leaves gang tapsalteerie ower...
Canny! Yon’s the witchin hour.

Lift the neeps frae yont the dyke.
Howk them oot wi muckle fyke.
Candles teet tween eerie een,
Fairies flit at Halloween.

Pare the aipple’s rosy cheek,
Gin yer true-love’s name yed seek,
Or, in darkened mirror watch,
Wheest! his likeness ye may catch.

I’ve heard tell, but say it low,
O warlocks steerin, lang ago,
Risin, grim, frae graveyard stane,
Wid fleg the breeks frae ony wean.

Sae gin it’s a the same tae you
I’ll hug the cheery ingle-side;
Lest wi the ferlies in the dew
I micht collide.