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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366005" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Witch at Arbor Low</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Annie Trembles had met the witch<br>As she sat at Arbor Low, <br>Her tears were thick and her heart was sick, <br>She had no place to go, <br>She'd sought the old Stone Circle out, <br>And thought to divine the lore<br>Of the old Brigantes with their Druid chants; <br>Then she met Susannah Straw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Susannah Straw was a wily witch<br>Who lived by her wits, and spells, <br>She kept the faith of her pagan race<br>Designing and dressing wells.<br>She'd conjure the odd love potion, <br>And she'd make the kine run dry, <br>If a body was too outspoken<br>She would give them the evil eye! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Annie had been heartbroken when<br>She heard that the blacksmith, Tom, <br>Announced he was marrying Rachel Greene, <br>The girl from the Nether Farm, <br>She'd worshipped Tom from a distance<br>Since he'd kissed her, under the tree, <br>But that was back in a Christmastime, <br>And she'd thought: ‘He doesn't love me! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She opened her heart to Susannah Straw<br>By the stones of Arbor Low, <br>With a flood of tears she unburdened years<br>Of a passion that hurt her so, <br>The witch had gathered the mandrake root<br>Some orange to make it sweet, <br>The heart of a dove, some powdered blood<br>And a smidgin of ambergris! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘You need to feed him the potion soon, <br>Two days is all it will keep, <br>Then once he's fed it will turn his head, <br>It will make his Rachel weep! '<br>So Annie went to the Inn that night<br>And tipped it into his jar, <br>And Tom had quaffed in a single draught<br>Then fallen over the bar! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'd worked at the forge that Saturday, <br>But felt so queer in his head, <br>He pumped away at the bellows ‘til<br>The coals were glowing red, <br>Then Rachel called for a sweet caress<br>From the lips of her dear betrothed, <br>But Tom recoiled as his lips were soiled<br>By the woman he suddenly loathed! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hammer lay on the anvil there, <br>He seized, and he raised it high, <br>Then split the head of the girl he'd said<br>Was to be his beautiful bride, <br>She lay on the floor, unmoving<br>So he hid her, under the hay, <br>Then tucked the hammer beneath his belt, <br>And some rope for the come-what-may! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His steps soon led him to Arbor Low<br>By the time that the sun was high, <br>And Annie Trembles looked up to smile: <br>‘My Tom! Oh my, Oh my! '<br>But Tom was surfacing out of his trance<br>And he seized poor Ann by the hair, <br>Then cried as he brought the hammer down: <br>‘I am lost in the pit of despair! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He turned to the gibbering Arbor Witch, <br>And dragged her over the hill, <br>Then hung her high on the nearest tree<br>As she kicked, and squirmed, and squealed.<br>Once back at the forge, he cut his throat<br>And lay by his lost love's side, <br>Where his blood was wedded to hers at last, <br>The groom, and his cold, dead bride!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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As she sat at Arbor Low, 
Her tears were thick and her heart was sick, 
She had no place to go, 
She'd sought the old Stone Circle out, 
And thought to divine the lore
Of the old Brigantes with their Druid chants; ..."></div>
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