And in bogs and marshes leave ye.
Chor. of Phil. Spir. Hither this way, this way bend.
Chor. of Grimb. Spir. This way, this way bend.
Phil. } If you step, no danger thinking,
sings. } Down you fall, a furlong sinking:
'Tis a fiend, who has annoyed ye;
Name but heaven, and he'll avoid ye.
Chor. of Phil. Spir. Hither this way, this way bend.
Chor. of Grimb. Spir. This way, this way bend.
Philidel's Spirits. Trust not that malicious fiend.