Three hags around a fire Of ugliness unseen In grim and murky mire From cauldron rises steam Murmuring weird rhymes Into the winter night Their laughter barks and chimes Their reeky breath's a blight
Their noses stir the brew The nauseating stew
Cauldron bubble, cauldron swell In the rhythm of this spell Wing of bat and leg of toad A brat shall be bestowed
A witch is born A witch is born Cauldron-born A witch is born tonight
A witch is born A witch is born tonight
A penerrating yell A savage infant cry The priest strikes the death knell In the village nigh
Four hags around a fire In the grim and murky mire
Cauldron bubble, cauldron swell In the rhythm of this spell Wing of bat and leg of toad A brat shall be bestowed