With the spite of woman and fury of man;
And then--but first they kill her cat,
And murder her dog on the very mat -
And crush the infernal Trumpet flat; -
And then they hurry her through the door
She never, never will enter more!

Away! away! down the dusty lane
They pull her and haul her, with might and main;
And happy the hawbuck, Tom or Harry,
Dandy or Sandy, Jerry or Larry,
Who happens to get "a leg to carry!"
And happy the foot that can give her a kick,
And happy the hand that can find a brick -
And happy the fingers that hold a stick -
Knife to cut, or pin to prick -
And happy the boy who can lend her a lick; -
Nay, happy the urchin--Charity-bred, -
Who can shy very nigh to her wicked old head!

Alas! to think how people's creeds
Are contradicted by people's deeds!
But though the wishes that Witches utter
Can play the most diabolical rigs -
Send styes in the eye--and measle the pigs -
Grease horses' heels--and spoil the butter;
Smut and mildew the corn on the stalk -
And turn new milk to water and chalk, -
Blight apples--and give the chickens the pip -
And cramp the stomach--and cripple the hip -