That lived in a hill,
Where she did hide,
In grassy mound,
And listen to,
The chatter around.
There was an old lady,
That lived in a hill,
Where she did hide,
From all the folk,
And they say,
She is always a sulk.
Grumpy old witch,
With itchy grey hair,
Greasy fingers,
A stench that lingers,
Rags for clothes and
A pointy sharp nose.
One of the days,
In the months of spring,
She sprung forth from her hovel,
Dug out with a shovel,
And lept at the whispering fools.
She shouted a curse,
That made them shudder,
And for weeks they scratched boils,
From her witchy toils,
And left them in their pussy pools.
There was an old lady,
That lived in a hill,
Where she did hide,
In grassy mound,
And listen to,
The chatter around.
And now they say,
Be careful what’s said,
Or the witch in the hill,
Will make you all dead.