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Far across the hill

In the dankest bog

She lives a quiet life

Cloaked in spells and fog

She has a garden

Growing herbs and greens

To grace her magic pipe

And give her pleasant dreams

When the men came and plundered

Her precious harvest

She didn’t show them mercy

Beware the bog witch

Beware the bog witch

Beware the bog witch

She raised an army

From the sticks and mud

To go and take revenge

And she was out for blood

She gouged their eyes

She took their heads

And the sorry souls who crossed her

Were never seen again

When the men came and plundered

Her precious harvest

She didn’t show them mercy

Beware the bog witch

Beware the bog witch

Beware the bog witch