Hallowe'en.

        A tale we'll tell of what hath been
        When maids and youths kept Hallowe'en,
        It is a tale of old world lore
        What happened in the days of yore,
        When fairies danced upon the green
        So merrily on Hallowe'en,
        And witches did play many a trick
        Assisted by their auld friend Nick,
        And lovers meet around the fire
        Near to the one their hearts desire,
        For to burn nuts for to discover
        The truthfulness of their lover.
        They first did give each nut a name,
        This was Sandy, that was Jane.
        If they did blaze side by side,
        She knew her husband, he his bride,
        But if one up the chimney flew,
        One knew the other was not true.
        And one sure test did never fail,
        Blindfold to find good stock of kale,
        To pull the first comes to the hand
        With heavy roots of earth and sand,
        For the very weight of mould
        Does denote weight of lovers gold.
        In tubs children love to splatter,
        Ducking for apples in the water,
        For such were the delights of yore,
        Which soon will cease for evermore;
        At Balmoral Castle Britain's Queen
        Oft' celebrated Hallowe'en,
        But Highland landlords now do clear
        Land of men to make room for deer,
        But here upon Canadian soil
        A man may own where he doth toil.

James McIntyre

James McIntyre was a Canadian poet, most notable for his poetry concerning cheese, cheese-making, dairying, and dairy products. Often referred to as 'The Cheese Poet,' McIntyre's work is celebrated for its earnestness and unintentional humor, making him both a beloved and an infamous figure in literary circles. He emigrated from Scotland to Canada in 1851 and settled in Ingersoll, Ontario, where he became a successful businessman and community leader.

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