Witch

They took her screaming from her hovel and on the ground they made her grovel She'd done no wrong this poor old dame but they took her just the same They said her crime was still extant and so from it she must recant She would not bow before their lies but no-one listened to her cries They took her to the village square and bound her in a ducking chair Three times they ducked her under water Confess to them, she knew she oughter But her will was much too strong and she knew she'd done no wrong So they tied her to a stake around her, a pyre, they did make And as the fire quickly burned to her tormentors she then turned and said, "This fire that burns me so you'll feel it, when, to hell, you go." You burn me out of fear and hate Your ignorance decides my fate Your torment will last for all of time Your punishment will surely fit the crime For only once can you burn me in the name of Christianity then from pain I'll be set free but you will burn eternally" And all because she knew folklore and what ailments to use herbs for An awful death that crone did meet because of one small vestigial teat