On the thirty-first of October
In the coming of the year,
The night is full of Witches
And the people full of fear.
On looking up above
One might see a few Banshees
Moaning and a’howlin’
As they wind among the trees.
Warlocks, Ghosts and Spectres
Will fill you full of dread,
And no one wants to travel far
In case they meet the dead.
If you were out in the dark
And met someone from the past;
They could be a Demon
And a spell on you might cast.
We pride ourselves in other things
Of being a ‘Hardy Race’,
And say there is no danger
We cannot safely face.
Remembering ‘Oul Wives’ tales
That as a child we heard,
Rattlin’ chains could remind us
And we would be a’scared.
On reflection I’ll just sit here
And await the break of day;
Then with my fears behind me,
I’ll be on my way.
Monty Alexander 2010.95