Happy Halloween

The Hag

Robert Herrick - 1648

  The hag is astride
      This night for to ride,
The devil and she together ;
      Through thick and through thin,
      Now out and then in,
Though ne'er so foul be the weather.

      A thorn or a burr
      She takes for a spur,
With a lash of a bramble she rides now ;
      Through brakes and through briars,
      O'er ditches and mires,
She follows the spirit that guides now.

      No beast for his food
      Dare now range the wood,
But hush'd in his lair he lies lurking ;
      While mischiefs, by these,
      On land and on seas,
At noon of night are a-working.

      The storm will arise
      And trouble the skies ;
This night, and more for the wonder,
      The ghost from the tomb
      Affrighted shall come,
Call'd out by the clap of the thunder.


(We can waive the helmet rule just this one time)

"Happy Halloween"

The Hag

Robert Herrick - 1648

  The Hag is astride,
    This night for to ride;
The Devill and shee together:
    Through thick, and through thin,
    Now out, and then in,
Though ne’r so foule be the weather.

    A Thorn or a Burr
    She takes for a Spurre:
With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,
    Through Brakes and through Bryars,
    O’re Ditches, and Mires,
She followes the Spirit that guides now.

    No Beast, for his food,
    Dares now range the wood;
But husht in his laire he lies lurking:
    While mischiefs, by these,
    On Land and on Seas,
At noone of Night are working,

    The storme will arise,
    And trouble the skies;
This night, and more for the wonder,
    The ghost from the Tomb
    Affrighted shall come,
Cal’d out by the clap of the Thunder.

"Head's Up!"
(We can waive the helmet rule this one time)

Happy Halloween

The Hag
Robert Herrick - 1648


  The Hag is astride,
    This night for to ride;
The Devill and shee together:
    Through thick, and through thin,
    Now out, and then in,
Though ne’r so foule be the weather.

    A Thorn or a Burr
    She takes for a Spurre:
With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,
    Through Brakes and through Bryars,
    O’re Ditches, and Mires,
She followes the Spirit that guides now.

    No Beast, for his food,
    Dares now range the wood;
But husht in his laire he lies lurking:
    While mischiefs, by these,
    On Land and on Seas,
At noone of Night are working,

    The storme will arise,
    And trouble the skies;
This night, and more for the wonder,
    The ghost from the Tomb
    Affrighted shall come,
Cal’d out by the clap of the Thunder.




' Have a Spooky Halloween '