1. My Black Hen

From the recording A Child's Bestiary


My Black Hen Hickety, pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen; Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay. My black hen gives me Such black feathers Each one tied in a knot Each a rung on the ladder The blackest curse Turns the soul In a witch’s ladder With thirteen rungs Malediction With cord magick And a cross of black pins Check for it under the bed The gentlemen come They can’t stay away Though the danger beckons They follow its clarion call Gentlemen should harbor Some caution Though they are tempted this way Best to just stay away