Gars any tower to stand?"
"O what's the spell, thou black gipsy,
I prithee rede it now:
There never was any mason-man
Shall earn such wage as thou."
"I dared not speak the spell, St Maur,
Lest you should do me an ill,
For a cruel spell, and an evil spell,
Is the spell that works your will."
"There's no spell but I'll risk it, man,