Valentine Wolfe - My Black Hen | Текст песни

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• Valentine Wolfe
• My Black Hen

Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay.

My black hen gives me
Such black feathers
Each one tied in a knot
Each a rung on the ladder

The blackest curse
Turns the soul
In a witch’s ladder
With thirteen rungs

Malediction
With cord magick
And a cross of black pins
Check for it under the bed

The gentlemen come
They can’t stay away
Though the danger beckons
They follow its clarion call

Gentlemen should harbor
Some caution
Though they are tempted this way
Best to just stay away

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