Songs of the Sea and Lays of the Land

by Charles Godfrey Leland

All you can call it is a Mr. E——

But there are witches, I will bet a hat;

And so I’ll sing the song of One, Two, Three,

Fust drinkin’ all your healths,”—no more he said,

But in a good round voice went straight ahead:

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[2]	The Devil’s Pot is a place on the North Atlantic route where, according to sailors, there is always bad weather.

ONE, TWO, THREE

I saw three witches as the wind blew cold

In a red light to the lee;