Phœbe. Then sing the witch song, Nancy.
Nancy. I'll sing the witch song, and you can dance on the table.
Phœbe. But 'tis sinful to dance, Nancy!
Nancy. 'Tis not sinful for a witch.
Phœbe. True; I forgot I was a witch. [Gets upon the table and dances, dangling her doll, while Nancy sings.
WITCH SONG.
(Same air as Spinning Song.)
“I'll tell you a story, a story of one;
'Twas of a dark witch, and the wizard her son.
A dark witch was she, and a dark wizard he,
With yellow birds singing so gay and so free.
To my down, down, down, derry down.
“The clock was a-striking, a-striking of one.
The witches came out, and the dancing begun.
They courtesied so fine, and they drank the red wine—
The wizards were three and the witches were nine.
To my down, down, down, derry down.
“Halloo, the gay dancers! Halloo, I was one;
The goody that prayed and the maiden that spun!
The yellow birds chirped in the boughs overhead,
And fast through the bushes the black dog sped.
To my down, down, down, derry down.”
[A noise is heard. Phœbe jumps down from the table.
Phœbe. Oh, Nancy, something's coming! Run, run quick, or it 'll catch us! [Both run out. Curtain falls.