Song of the Witches (Double, Double Toil and Trouble)

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall neither night nor day

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Weary se'nnights nine times nine
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:

Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Pour in saow's blood, that hath eaten
Her nine farrow; grease that's sweeten

Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;

Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,

For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid:

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Where hast thou been, sister

William Shakespeare