A Charme

    A Charme to Cure the Bewitched.

This is a prayer Our Lizzie taught her bairns.

                                                            Three Witches

“Upon Good-Friday, I will fast while I may

Untill I heare them knell

Our Lords owne Bell,

Lord in his messe

With his twelve Apostles good,

What hath he in his hand

Ligh in leath wand:

What hath he in his other hand?

Heavens doore key,

Open, open Heaven doore keyes,

Steck, steck hell doore.

Let Crizum child

Goe to it Mother mild,

What is yonder that casts a light so farrandly,

Mine owne deare Sonne that’s naild to the Tree.

He is naild sore by the heart and hand,

And holy barne Panne,

Well is that man

That Fryday spell can,

His childe to learne;

A Crosse of Blew, and another of Red,

As good Lord was to the Roode.

Gabriel laid him downe to sleepe

Upon the ground of holy weepe:

Good Lord came walking by,

Slep’st thou, wak’st thou Gabriel,

No Lord I am sted with sticke abd stake,

That I can neither sleepe nor wake:

Rise up Gabriel and goe with me,

The stick nor the stake shall never deere thee.

Sweete Jesus our Lord, Amen.”

 

Taken from Jennet Device’s testimony against her bother, James (August, 1612)

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