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 * SAW three witches
 * That bowed down like barley,

And straddled their brooms 'neath a louring sky,
 * And, mounting a storm-cloud,
 * Aloft on its margin,

Stood black in the silver as up they did fly.
 * I saw three witches
 * That mocked the poor sparrows

They carried in cages of wicker along,
 * Till a hawk from his eyrie
 * Swooped down like an arrow,

Smote on the cages, and ended their song.


 * I saw three witches
 * That sailed in a shallop,

All turning their heads with a snickering smile,
 * Till a bank of green osiers
 * Concealed their grim faces,

Though I heard them lamenting for many a mile.


 * I saw three witches
 * Asleep in a valley,