There was an old lady in a pointed hat
She came to my door with a rap-tap-tap
I opened up the door to see who was there
She jumped on her broom and flew through the air.
CHARM AGAINST AN EGG-BOAT
You must break the shell to bits, for fear
The witches should make it a boat, my dear;
For over the sea, away from home,
Far by night the witches roam.
Anonymous
An old superstition says that when a boiled egg has been eaten, the bottom of the shell should at once be broken. This was to prevent the witches from using the unbroken shell as a boat to sail the sea and brew up storms
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time rare flowers grew
On every shrub and bush we used to see
Halloween
Sweep up the flure, Janet;
Put on anither peat.
from........Witches' Song
The owl is abroad, the bat and the toad,
And so is the cat-a mountain,
The Witches Are Here
The owl! Look out, boys! Clear the track!
The witches are here! They've all come back!
Oliver Wendell Holmes
The Witches Song
"Hoity-toity! Hop-o'-my-thumb!
Tweedledee and Tweedledum!
Witches Chant (from Macbeth)
Round about the couldron go:
In the poisones entrails throw.
The Witches’ Brew
Perched on a dead volcanic pile,
Now charted as a submerged peak,
Witches
"Finns, they're witches," said Murphy, "'tis born in 'em maybe,
The same as fits, an' freckles, an' follerin' the sea,
W is for Witch
I met a wizened woman Eleanor Farjeon |
Defensive Measures
According to the witches’ plan,
All life whose blood did not run true
Halloween
The butcher knife goes in, first, at the top
And carves out the round stemmed lid,
The Wizard Way
Velvet soft the night-star glowed
Over the untrodden road
Halloween
Sweep up the flure, Janet;
Put on anither peat.
Ghosts
Some ghosts are women,
neither abstract nor pale,
Anne Sexton
The Hell-Bound Train
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,Having drunk so much he could drink no more
Anonymous Americas
Ghosts
I am almost afraid of the wind out there.
The dead leaves skip on the porches bare,
Fanny Stearns Davis
Hallowe’en
The ghosts of all things past parade,
Emerging from the mist and shade
John Kendrick Bangs
Halloween
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite
All are on their rounds to-night,-
Joel Benton
The Ghost of Goshen
Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow,
Where rushing rills, with flash and flow,
Anonymous Americas
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