Classic Poem

Thir venerabill virginis whome ye wald call wi t ches,
In tyme of thair triumph they tirlt me that taid;
Sum bakward on broidsuis and sum on blak bi t cheis,
Sum, in steid of ane staig, over ane stark munk straid.
From the heavinis to the hellis sum hobbillis, sum hi t chis
With thair mouthis to the moone, sick murgeonis they maid.
Sum, be force and effect the four windis fi t chis
And nyne tymes wirdersones about the thorne raid;
And glowrand to the ground grivouslie gaipis
By craft conjurand feyndis by force
Furth of ane carne, bysyde ane croce,
Thir ladyis licht fra thair hors,
And band thame with raipis.