I was out one day in Savernaky
Hunting there for 'shrooms
When I came across a fair young maid
a-riding on her broom
She smiled at me with her comely face
And said young man take heed
I'm a witchy witch in Savernaky
The last of a dying breed
I've got spells galore, all the charms you desire
I've a potion here I'll pour
With a root that'll set your loins on fire
And a herb so you'll never tire.
We witchy witches of Savernaky
We are such a dying breed
That I need a child and I like your look
I intend to make you my steed
She pushed me down and I fell to the ground
And she jumped upon her steed
And she rode me hard and she rode me well
And I was very pleased indeed.
Now the years gone by
and my babe doth cry
In the heart of the Savernaky
Shes a bright wee babe from the witch in the glade
Shes a little witchy witch baby
