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This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet . He begins
at curfew and walks till the first cock . He
gives the web and the pin , squints the eye , and
makes the harelip , mildews the white wheat , and
hurts the poor creature of earth .
Swithold footed thrice the ’old ,
He met the nightmare and her ninefold ,
Bid her alight ,
And her troth plight ,
And aroint thee , witch , aroint thee .

A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap
And munched and munched and munched . Give
me , quoth I .
Aroint thee , witch , the rump-fed runnion cries .
Her husband’s to Aleppo gone , master o’ th’ Tiger ;
But in a sieve I’ll thither sail ,
And , like a rat without a tail ,
I’ll do , I’ll do , and I’ll do .