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ge, but it never would leaven; And as for Gib Jenkinson's cow that gaed yeld, It was very well known that Crummie was spelled. When Luckie Macrobie's sweet milk wouldna erne, The reason was clear--she bewitched the concern. True! no man could swear that he ever saw Her flee on a broomstick over North Berwick Law; But as for the fact, where was she that night When the heavens were blue with the levin-light? The broom wasna seen ahint the door; It had better to do than to sweep the floor. Then, sure there was something far worse than a frolic, When the half of Dundee was seized with the cholic. True! nobody knew that she gaed to the howf For dead men's fat to bring home in her loof, To brew from the mixture of henbane and savin, Her hell-broth for those who were thirsting for heaven. For the sexton, John Cant, could be prudent and still-- He knew she would send him good grist to his mill. Ere good Provost Syme was ta'en by a tremor, It was known that the provost had called her a limmer; And when Bailie Nicholson broke his heugh-bane, Had she not been seen that day in the lane? It was certain, because Cummer Gibbieson swore That the bairn she had with the whummel-bore Leapt quick in her womb one day the witch passed her, And she was the cause of the bairn's disaster. When the ferry-boat sank in crossing the Tay, She was on the Craig pier the very same day. It was vain to conceal it, and vain to deny it, She kept in her house an auld he-pyet: That bird was the devil, and she fed him each day With the brimstone she bought from Luckie Glenday. In truth, the old pyet was daintily treated, Because her black soul was impignorated. And these were the reasons--enough, I trow-- Why she should be set in a lunting lowe. II. The barrels are brought from Noraway, Well seasoned with plenty of Noraway pitch; All dried and split for that jubilee day, The day of the holocaust of a witch. The prickers are chosen--hang-daddy and brother-- And fixed were the fees of their work of love; To prick an old woman who was a mother, And felt still the yearnings of motherly love For she had a son, a noble young fellow, Who sailed in a ship of his own the sea, And who was away on the distant billow For a cargo of wine to this bonnie Dundee. Some said she was bonnie when she was a lassie, Ah! fair the young blossom upon the young tree; But winter will come, and summer will pass aye, And youth is not always to you or to me. A t
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