Halloween

Halloween

Robert A. Hall

It’s scary on all Hollow’s Eve,

Ye never ken who’s at the door—

It might be a ghost or the fairies—

Of the jealous husband of sweet Nellie Moore!

It might be the Loch Ness Monster

Come slitherin’ oot o’ the deep-

Or the brother o’ Margaret MacGregor,

Claimin’ there’s a promise to keep!

It might be a water kelpie

Come creepin’ oot o’ the sea—

Or a lass with a bonny wee bairn

Wi’ a faint resemblance to me!

It might be an old hangit man,

Come clawin’ up oot o’ the ground—

Or the terrible mean old faither

O bonny, young Miss Molly Brown!

It might be any kind o’ a monster,

A thief, a rapist, a killer!

It might be the Queen’s Excise Man

Who’s come to demand a’ my siller!

Aye, it’s scary in Bonny Auld Scotland

When the witches come wigglin’ through—

Not to mention the fitball supporters

Who stagger around a’ roarin’ fu’!

You never ken who’s at your door—

To open to a ghost would be risky.

And it might be the maist fearful o’ a’—

And Englishman after my whisky!