The Hag

The Hag is astride,

This night for to ride;

The Devill and shee together;

Through thick, and through thin,

Now out, and then in,

Though ne'er so foule be the weather.

A Thorn or a Burr

She tkes for a Spurre:

With a lash of a Bramble

She rides now,

Through Brakes and through Bryars,

O're Ditches, and Mires,

She followes the Spirit that guides now.

No Beast, for his food,

Dares now range the wood;

But husht in his laire

He lies lurking:

While mischeifs, by these,

On Land and on Seas,

At noone of Night are a working.

The storme will arise,

And trouble the skies;

This night and more for the wonder,

The ghost from the Tomb

Affrighted shall come,

Cal'd out by the clap of the Thunder.