Text and translation for Hallowe’en, sung by Jean Redpath
Violet Jacob's Hallowe'en text 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'...