The Story of a Witch
This is the story of a witchWith snow-white skin and deep dark eyesHad she that sight the witching mightHair as black as the raven
She was the mother to the childWho's father was not aliveRumors said the devil came to visitLust for her were felt by men so many
Pointed out amongst other she criedBut no one came to helpPriest paid witchfinder pointed fingerAs was taken away from the church
Witchfinder come free us from disease he saidand gave generously of the village moneyIn the name of God he had that rightWhen he pointed out the priests wife
She said yes to all their accusationsAnd was sentenced to die by fireTruth was found by tourturing her insaneDied together with a black cat on a pole
This is a story of a witchWith snow-white skin and deep dark eyesHad she that sight the witching mightHair as black as the raven