“Take your sampler, Madam Witch,
Laid up in lavender;
Do you see a golden stitch,
And a silver P in provender?”
Silver and gold for a golden broom,
Rich Lady Lavender;
Then she danced all round the room,
Light Lady Lavender.
Take the New Moon for a cup,
Witch-lady Lavender;
Ladle the gold and silver up,
Proud Lady Lavender.
“Here’s an angel-piece for you,”
Laughed Lady Lavender;
“Here’s a golden guinea too,”
Kind Lady Lavender!
Now we are all safe and sound
(China plates and provender),
Now we’re on Tom Tiddler’s Ground,—
Laugh, Lady Lavender!