THE WITCHES' SONG
by
Matt McGinn
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae
If ye wander near the forest
On the witches you may chance
In the middle o the night they’re there
For necromantic dance
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae
The weather must be drear
The hour must be drab
The cauldron's on the fire
We will make our thickened slab
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae
Frae the lizard take the leg
Then unleash the dog
Fling them in tae boil wi
The carcass o the frog
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae
Black spirits and white
Red spirits and grey
Mingle, mingle, mingle, mingle
You that mingle may
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae
Now the broth is brewed
Now the dance is done
We will fill our stomachs
For the feast has just begun
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae
Hey tattie, tattie, tattie
Hey come tattie tae