oh there were twelve witches boldnand they lived in the north,nand their equals were not seennon the face of the earth.nnthe first witch, with her hand,nthe storm could hush,nand the second witch could stopnall the torrents rush.nnand the third witch, she could strikenupon the golden lyre,nand she charmed both young and oldninto the dancing fire.nnrowan tree, red thread,nhold the witches all in dread.nnthe fourth witch she could divenin the sea as a fish,nand the fifth witch she never wantednany meat on a dish.nnand now the next witch gonunder the earth could she,nand the seventh witch could dancenupon the rolling sea.nnand the eighth witch on her hornnshe would blow a blast,nand everyone who heardnwould shudder and stand aghast.nnrowan tree, red thread,nhold the witches all in dread.nnoh the ninth witch she tamed allnthat in the greenwood crept,nand the tenth witch, not a napnshe had ever slept.nnthe eleventh witch, the grislynlindworm bound,nand the twelfth witch she could allnthings understand.nnand these twelve witches bold,nthey all lived in the north,nand their equals were not seennon the face of the earth.nnrowan tree, red thread,nhold the witches all in dread......