Oh there were twelve witches bold
And they lived in the north
And their equals were not seen
On the face of the earth
The first witch, with her hand
The storm could hush
And the second witch could stop
All the torrents rush
And the third witch, she could strike
Upon the golden lyre
And she charmed both young and old
Into the dancing fire
Rowan tree, red thread
Hold the witches all in dread
The fourth witch she could dive
In the sea as a fish
And the fifth witch she never wanted
Any meat on a dish
And now the next witch go
Under the earth could she
And the seventh witch could dance
Upon the rolling sea
And the eighth witch on her horn
She would blow a blast
And everyone who heard
Would shudder and stand aghast
Rowan tree, red thread
Hold the witches all in dread
Oh the ninth witch she tamed all
That in the greenwood crept
And the tenth witch, not a nap
She had ever slept
The eleventh witch, the grisly
Lindworm bound
And the twelfth witch she could all
Things understand
And these twelve witches bold
They all lived in the north
And their equals were not seen
On the face of the earth
Rowan tree, red thread
Hold the witches all in dread......
The Twelve Witches was written by Bob Johnson & Maddy Prior & Nigel Pegrum & Peter Knight & Rick Kemp & Traditional & Tim Hart (Steeleye Span).
The Twelve Witches was produced by Mike Batt.