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1. Charme
Dame, Dame, the watch is set:
Quickly come, we all are met.
From the lakes, and from the fennes,
From the holes, and from the dennes,
From the woods, and from the caues,
From the church-yards, from the graues,
From the dungeon, from the tree,
That they die on, here are wee.
Comes she not yet?
Strike another heate.
2. Charme
The weather is fayre, the wind is good.
Vp, Dame, o'yor horse of wood:
Or else, tuck up yor gray frock,
And sadle yor Goate or yor greene Cock,
And made his bridle a bottome of thrid,
To roule vp haw many miles you have rid.
Quickly come away;
For we, all stay.
Nor yet? Nay, then.
Wee'll try her again.
3. Charme
The Owle is abroad, the Bat, and the Toade
And so is the Cat-o-Mountaine;
The Ant and so The Mole sit both in a hole,
And Frog peepes out o'the fountayne;
The Dogges they do bay, and the Timbrells play,
The Spindle is now a-turning;
The Moone is red, and the starres are fled,
And all the Sky is a burning:
The Ditch is made, and or nayles the spade,
With pictures full, of waxe, and of wooll
Theyr liver I stick, with needles quick.
There lacks but the blood, to make vp the flood.
Quikly Dame then, bring your part in
Spur, spur upon little Martin,
Merely, merely, make him sayle,
A worm in his mouth, and a thorne in's tayle,
Fire above, and fire below
With a whip i'your hand, to make him goe.
O, now, shee's come!
Let all be dumbe.
The Dame's Child
Clouds rode high and the winds were wild.
My blood sang loud, I was the Lady's child.
'Neath argent moon, in compass round
The gale's hoary whine the only sound.
Cunning flames from sparks were born
As smoke and mist took shape and form.
Across the field the only knell
Came from the sound of one lone bell.
Below the cloak of stars I stood
Within the Lady's Sacred Wood.
And in the solence of the Night
Blessed was I with Faery Sight.
My eyes were closed yet I could see
All round in cristal clarity
I saw the smoke curl round the chair
As if the Dame, if She sat there.
I knew then that She dwelt everywhere
And in myself, I found Her there...
Amid the sounds of chatter bright
The pale Lady shows her face of light.
With echoes of a familiar tune
We sing and dance a Witches' rune.
Once has dimmed the sound of laughs
Hard stones are touched by stands and staffs.
By midnight tread of dancing feet
We keep the rhythm and melodic beat.
With power raised then we aspire
Chanting, pacing flames of fire,
Releasing baleful harm and bane,
Renewed, enlivened, we begin again.
Thankig water, fire, earth and air
With voices raised we each declare.
The hidden company unseen departs,
We end the rites with loving hearts.
From spells.neocities.org
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