Oh there were twelve witches bold
And they lived in the north
And their equals were not seen
On the face of the earth
The first witch, with her hand
The storm could hush
And the second witch could stop
All the torrents rush
And the third witch, she could strike
Upon the golden lyre
And she charmed both young and old
Into the dancing fire
Rowan tree, red thread
Hold the witches all in dread
The fourth witch she could dive
In the sea as a fish
And the fifth witch she never wanted
Any meat on a dish
And now the next witch go
Under the earth could she
And the seventh witch could dance
Upon the rolling sea
And they lived in the north
And their equals were not seen
On the face of the earth
The first witch, with her hand
The storm could hush
And the second witch could stop
All the torrents rush
And the third witch, she could strike
Upon the golden lyre
And she charmed both young and old
Into the dancing fire
Rowan tree, red thread
Hold the witches all in dread
The fourth witch she could dive
In the sea as a fish
And the fifth witch she never wanted
Any meat on a dish
And now the next witch go
Under the earth could she
And the seventh witch could dance
Upon the rolling sea
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