In the centre the wooden stake
Tied on the black witch
Hands bound so she won't escape
Forsaken is she

Into the fires of hell
To with the devil she will dwell
Tortured pain ridden
Into the water held

Till she confessed her fate sealed by
Mouth her deadly deads
Now she will burn in fires of hell
Fastened tight
In a sacken dress


They place firewood surround neatly placed
Oil and tar coats the wood a fast burn to roast
This death await a bright hot burn
The cheering crowd

The wood is lite
Its now time for the witch to burn