The  night of the will o' the wisp.

The journey would be a difficult one
Henry's mare being old and tired
Even on flat roads the going difficult.

Now the sun was about to set
In the distance, the witch's lair
Ghastly hovel, ghastly sight
Horrific during the day, much worse at night
To get toooo close one did not even dare.

Over his head, grey menacing clouds
Formed a nasty little group

The Black Ox and raven
He desperately hoped to reach
Escaping a possible deluge.

With the whip he urged poor Betty
Intently fixed on his goal
Lowering his expectations for a quick return home
Loud noises, thunder disturbed his peace

On what would be a troubled night.

The tempest raged, lightning struck
His mare suddenly buckled, kicked and to the ground dropped
Ending a miserable life of agony.

Woes piling up, his purse close to empty
It could hardly get worse.....
So it could, so it might, as Eva the witch appeared and
Proposed to help through the night.