Thursday, October 25, 2018

Witch Heritage

Witch Heritage

author unknown

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket

Seventeen times as high as the moon

but where she was going, I could not but ask it

for under her arm she carried a broom.

Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I!

Where are you going away to, so high?

To sweep the cobwebs out of the sky

May I come with you? Aye, by and by.

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