3rd of November 1324

'horse and hattock, horse and goe

Horse and pelattis - hoe, hoe'

Roofcrests tho' fog florish'd

Vily there veil'd the women

Thro' soot, amidst chimneys who sail'd

Mankind in its waddling cloths

So many things not known

But stranger yet the acts we do

Until we're fully grown

A man from betlehem he taught

To turn our other cheek

Yet those who've follow'd him sith

Then are far from blessed meek

Alice kyteler:

I flee from here to england

Lest i face the fate thou plead

...her maid petronilla:

Oh cease thy torture to whate'er

Ye want i will concede

Come ride a night of latter april,

Silver there be strewn

To shape the shades of 'graves -

Of giants' by hibernian moon

Where may hide 'dananns children'

Who whisper what they've seen

But listen listless thou shan't hear

What 'might' from what ' have' been

Way of the witch

Leaves of the mugwort green

And silver, that fare fortifies

To incantate and fornicate,

Virtue succumbs to vice

A travesty religious my

Wicked backward might

- come walpurgis night!

But superstition knoweth cure when

Things unknown knock at the door

'franciskan fires' wait for her

Who's in the 'perish register'

Richard de ledrede claims

To have witness'd a coven

De ledrede:

And i swear she was there

Council:

Our lady alice of kilkenny dear?

De ledrede:

She hath earn'd to be burn'd

Council:

Afire at the pyre church's

Lesson she's learn'd

All:

Her maid we'll have made

This confess and confirm

Alice kyteler:

I flee from here to england

Lest i face the fate thou plead

...her maid petronilla:

Oh cease thy torture to whate'er

Ye want i will concede

Went a wench to brocken

Came she there not just as well

Betwixt a leafy beechfork

As thro' fiery gates of hell?

Could toadstool make a remedy

(when bleeding's tried and true)?

Were those gifted 'friends of fiend'

Or the godfearing common fools?

Way of the witch

Tatters of an hang'd our broth,

A banquet foul and weird

Abominate and desecrate,

Pass water in men's beard

There where the moon is on the wane

Catch glimpses of our flight

- come walpurgis night!

But superstition knoweth cure when

Things unknown knock at the door

'franciskan fires' wait for her

Who's in the 'perish register'

Richard de ledrede claims

To have witness'd a coven

De ledrede:

As i near'd she appear'd

Council:

Our lady alice the wealthy and weird

De ledrede:

She hath earn'd to be burn'd

Council:

Afire at the pyre church's

Lesson she's learn'd

All:

So we swear was she there

That lady alice of kilkenny dear

She hath earn'd to be burn'd

Afire at the pyre church's

Lesson she's learn'd

Her maid we'll have made

This confess and confirm

Lank the fingers on the fiddle

His is the tune that never, ever ends

Many a mode the devil plays

Turn deaf thy ears or dance

'tuatha de danann':

'our tale was told, our words been heard,

What maybe were, might have occured

Between these lines the truth may hide

But where is for thee to decide'

Alice kyteler:

I flee from here to england

Lest i face the fate thou pleed

...her maid petronilla:

Oh cease thy torture to whate'er

Ye want i will concede

November 3rd 1324 was lit the pyre

Remember petronilla should these

Flames ever soar higher