Eyes like ice, burning deep
always watching, never sleep
chanting in her mystic tone
"Blood of rodent, demon's bone
Ease the pain within this man
Take him back whence love began!"
o'er smoking kettle bubbling hot
mixed fresh bouquet and stench of rot.

A potion strong to weaken me,
To cloud my eyes that I may see
no wicked sorceress is she,
the white witch in the wood.

With vile taste the liquid drowned
the vile anger I had found
And in her bed I wrapped around
the white witch in the wood.