When I hab ter go ter bed,
I sho civer up my head,
Kaze I allers mighty sca’ed
Dat de witches come at night.
Dey does come sometimes, you know,
En wid dem you got ter go,
Ridin’ fas’ or ridin’ slow,
When dey come fo’ you at night.
I does try my bes’ ter shriek,
But my voice git low en weak,
En I shake so I cain’t speak
When de witches come at night.
Oh, dey tote you up so high
Till you neahly touch de sky,
En you sca’ed mos’ ’nough ter die
When you ride wid dem at night.

“You des dream dat,” Missus say,
But she don’t fool me ter-day!
I done bin too fur away
Wid dem witches des las’ night.