The little creature

Winkum, twankum, twirlum and twitch --

My great grandam -- She was a Witch;

Mouse in wainscot, Saint in niche --

My great grandam -- She was a Witch;

Deadly nightshade flowers in a ditch --

My great grandam -- She was a Witch;

Long though the shroud, it grows stitch by stitch --

My great grandam -- She was a Witch;

Wean your weakling before you breech --

My great grandam -- She was a Witch;

The fattest pig 's but a double flitch --

My great grandam -- She was a Witch;

Nightjars rattle, owls scritch --

My great grandam -- She was a Witch.

Pretty and small,

A mere nothing at all,

Pinned up sharp in the ghost of a shawl,

She 'd straddle her down to the kirkyard wall,

And mutter and whisper and call,

And call...';

Red blood out and black blood in,

My Nannie says I 'm a child of sin.

How did I choose me my witchcraft kin?

Know I as soon as dark's dreams begin

Snared is my heart in a nightmare's gin;

Never from terror I out may win;

So dawn and dusk I pine, peak, thin,

Scarcely beknowing t'other from which

My great grandam -- She was a Witch.