Witchcraft

Big Alec o' the Hill
Is a strong farmer, an' rich;
Oul' Biddy in the loanin'
Is poor, an' a witch.

Big Alec is failin'
He dwinnles an' wastes;
The blight's in his pitaties,
The murrain's on his bastes.

Big Alec sits an' wonders,
An' thinks, but doesn't know
The ill-turn he done Biddy
Twenty years ago.

The good Lord protect us
From secret harms!
A wouldn't stan' in big Alec's shoes
For all his farms.
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