Devonshire.
The peasants and others believe that if they go to the porch of a church, waiting there till half-past twelve o’clock on the Eve of St. Valentine’s day, with some hempseed in his or her hand, and at the time above-named, then proceed homewards, scattering the seed on either side, repeating these lines:
“Hempseed I sow, hempseed I mow,
She (or he) that will my true-love be,
Come rake this hempseed after me,”
his or her true love will be seen behind raking up the seed just sown, in a winding-sheet.—N. & Q. 1st S. vol. v. p. 55.