Quote Originally Posted by Canuck of NI View Post
I grew up in a bit of a culturally unique area. Now ethnically cleansed, fortunately without violence.

Somewhere in my warehouse of books, aka the spare room, where I'll never find it for a year, I have a book entitled "Memories Of An Ulster Boyhood." In that the author talks about going around on Halloween (I think) and reciting an old verse at every door. I remember the gentleman remarking that the words of the verse probably predated Cromwell. When I've dug the book out, by next year, I'll post the verse- like many things of its day, it's clearly cryptic information, a mneumonic if you will.
Very similar to the custom of the Wren Boys on St. Stephen's Day...

T.