Three hags around a fire, of ugliness unseen In a grim and murky mire, from a cauldron rises steam Murmuring weird rhymes into the winter night Their laughter barks and chimes Their reeky breath's a blight
Their noses stir the brew, the nauseating stew
Cauldron bubble, cauldron swell in the rhythm of this spell Wing of bat and leg of toad A brat shall be bestowed
A witch is born A witch is born Cauldron-born A witch is born tonight
A witch is born A witch is born tonight
A penetrating yell, a savage infant cry The priest strikes the death knell in the village nigh Four hags around a fire in the grim and murky mire
Cauldron bubble, cauldron swell in the rhythm of this spell Wing of bat and leg of toad A brat shall be bestowed
A witch is born A witch is born Cauldron-born A witch is born tonight
