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For evil murders by witchcraft,

I got the blame.

Old Pendle hill would never,

be the same.

In my eighty’s,

top dog to my family’s name,

my so called powers reigned.

My real name was Elisabeth Southern’s

but Demdike was my nickname gained.

Feared by the villagers,

for they called me a witch.

I feared I was going to end,

my life in a ditch.

All because they tried me as a witch.

I confessed in the end,

I thought it was for the best.

I knew these people would never rest,

I knew I would never pass their tests.

I told them how I did it,

with my people of clay.

They believed me straight away,

but I had to wait for the gallows,

as you may or may not know.

I died in my cell,

before I could face my hanging hell.