This is the story of a witch With snow-white skin and deep dark eyes Had she that sight the witching might Hair as black as the raven She was the mother to the child Who's father was not alive Rumors said the devil came to visit Lust for her were felt by men so many Pointed out amongst other she cried But no one came to help Priest paid witchfinder pointed finger As was taken away from the church Witchfinder come free us from disease he said
And gave generously of the village money In the name of God he had that right When he pointed out the priests wife She said yes to all their accusations And was sentenced to die by fire Truth was found by tourturing her insane Died together with a black cat on a pole This is a story of a witch With snow-white skin and deep dark eyes Had she that sight the witching might Hair as black as the raven