Witchcraft & Second Sight in the Highlands & Islands of Scotland / Tales and Traditions Collected Entirely from Oral Sources

by John Gregorson Campbell

A senseless word,

‘If my gold crook were in my hand,

I would not let your head whole from the door.’

I took the north turn to the door,

That was a north turn of mischief to me;

I struck the big toe of my foot

In the face of a stone,

The pin fell, the pan fell,

The harrows in the door fell,

They made a cling clang clattering!