''Hey! Up the chimney, lass! Hey after you!'' Rob Gilpin and the three witches, Old Goody Price, Old Goody Jones and the young Madge Gray taking to the air on broomsticks with three black cats.

The Hags of Hallow-Even by Mildred Plew Merryman When the pumpkin shivers And the corn shocks shy And the red moon quivers Like a black cat’s eye, Whist! Whist! And never dare to pry, For the Hags of Hallow-even fly! Out the dusk of Deevon, Down the cobwebbed sky, The Hags of Hallow-even fly! When the fire won’t crackle And the cream won’t crim And the hens go cackle And the lamp blows dim, Hist! Hist! And keep your shadow slim, For the Hags of Hallow-even skim! Riding out of Deevon At steeple’s rim, The Hags of Hallow-even skim! When the field mice scurry And the stars all hide, When the air feels furry An the black bats glide, Whist! Whist! And bid your kitty bide, For the Hags of Hallow-even ride! Out the dusk of Deevon While the wind blows wide The Hags of Hallow-even ride!