The Witch's Curse Poem by Richard Blakeborough

Traditional

Fire coom,
Fire gan,
Curlin' smeak
Keep oot o' t' pan.
Ther's a tead i' t' fire, a frog on t' hob,
Here's t' heart frev a crimson ask;
Here's a teath fra t' heead
O' yan at's deead,
At niver gat thruf his task.
Here's prick'd i' blood a maiden's prayer,
At t' ee o' man maunt see;
It's prick'd upon a yet warm mask,
An' lapp'd aboot a breet green ask,
An' it's all fer him an' thee.
It boils,
Thoo'll drink;
He'll speak,
Thoo'll think:
It boils,
Thoo'll see;
He'll speak,
Thoo'll dee.