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’er so foul 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 Briars,
O’er Ditches and Mires,
She follows the Spirit that guides now.

No Beast for his food
Dares now range the wood,

But hush’d in his laire he lies lurking;
While mischiefs, by these,
On Land and on Seas,
At noone of Night are a-working.

The storme 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.
-Robert Herrick