Hist! harken to goblins' footsteps, or wing's I
I hear them so plain, don't you?
The ghoses us children find in the barn;
They flit around and cry, "Woo, woo !"
No, sir, it is not the rats in the mow,
Nor noise of the wind that moans ;
They're ghoses that's hauntin' the old barn loft
With awful screeches and groans.
We hide and we watch, all holdin' our breath,
We hear and we see them, too;
By day, or by night, when th' wind's blowin' right,
They dodge 'round and cry, "Woo, woo !"
At night they bewitch the horses' long manes,
They tangle the harness all;
They tie the halters in goblinses' knots,
They let loose a horse in a stall.
They swing in the rafters spider-web swings,
They dance, and they drink the dew;
They revel all night, and when it is light,
They flit 'round and cry, "Woo, woo !"
HOWLING OF THE WITCHES
Charles J. Leland.
I SAW three witches as the wind blew cold,
In a red light to the lee;
Bold they were and over-bold,
As they sailed over the sea,
Calling for "One, two, three!"
Calling for "One, two, three!"
And I think I can hear
It a-ringing in my ear,
A-calling for their "One, two, three!"
