The hearts o' blood wi' souls o' light.
Zoo, if 'twer mine, I'd let alwone
The girt wold house o' mossy stwone.
A WITCH.
There's thik wold hag, Moll Brown, look zee, jus' past!
I wish the ugly sly wold witch
Would tumble over into ditch;
I woulden pull her out not very vast.
No, no. I don't think she's a bit belied,