Apples
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
Eat an apple on going to bed and you'll keep the doctor from earning his bread.
On the twelfth night, apple-growers gathered around their best grown apple trees and sang songs, rhymes and chants: (From the book of "Every Man's Book of Superstitions")
Here's to thee,
Old apple tree,
Whence may'st blow,
And whence thou may'st bear
Apples enow!
Hats full! caps full!
Bushels and sackfuls!
And my pockets full, too!
Huzza!
Take the pip [small seed] of an apple and walk around in a circle squeezing it between the index finger and the thumb while chanting: (From the book of "Every Man's Book of Superstitions")
"Pippin', pippin', paradise,
Tell me where my true love lies."
With this, the pip should shoot out north, south, east, or west, heading in the direction of where your true love lies.