And in an instant all was dark;
And scarcely had he Maggie rallied,
When out the hellish legion sallied.
As bees biz out wi’ angry fyke
When plundering herds assail their byke;
As open pussie’s mortal foes,
When, pop! she starts before their nose;
As eager rins the market-crowd,
When ‘Catch the thief!’ resounds aloud;
So Maggie rins—the witches follow,