Rides on, rides blindly to his doom,

His heart that witch hath sworn to kill.

Up to the fosse he rode so free,

There his steed stumbled and he fell,

He cannot pass, nor turn, nor flee;

His song is done, hes in the spell.

She dances round him where he stands,

Her distaff touches both his feet,

She blows upon his eyes and hands,

He has no power his fate to cheat.