The tattie-liftin's nearly through They're plooin' whaur the barley grew And efter dark roond ilka stack You'll see the horsemen stand and crack O Lachlan, but I mind on you I mind fu' aften we hae seen Ten thoosand stars keek doon atween The naked branches, and below Baith fairm and bothy hae their show A-low wi' lichts o' Hallowe'en There's bairns wi' guizards at their tails Cloorin' the doors wi' runts o' kail And aye you'll hear the screechs an' skirls O' lassies wi' their droukit curls Bobbin' for aipples i' the pail The bothy fire is loupin' heat A new heid-horseman's kist is set Richt o'er the lum whaur by the blaze The auld yin stood that kept yer claes I canna thole tae see it yet But gin the auld folks' tales are richt An' ghaists cam hame on Hallow's nicht Oh freend, oh freends, what would I gie Tae feel yer hand yer axe tae me Atween the dark an' coral licht Awa' in France across the wave The wee lichts burn on ilka grave An' you an' me their lowes hae seen Ye'll maybe hae yer Hallowe'en Yont whaur you're lyin' way the lave There's drink an' daff an' sang an' dance An' ploys an' kisses get their chance But Lachlan, man, the place I see Is whaur the auld kist used tae be An' the lichts o' Hallowe'en in France