Grand master of the Sabbath, John Fane 
Told his coven gathered: "Kill King James" 
Wax a figure of his image & wrap it in his clothing 
Burn it slowly whist he is sleeping 
Feed him with poison, bring the monarchy down 
Our sin is rebellion, in black arts crowned 
3 covens of 39 
In 1591 that night performed a rite 
A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight 
To destroy the king of England 
Create a storm, whilst overseas he sails 
To bring his Danish bride to these Isles 
They christened a cat in his name; 
Threw it in a pond, no shame 
A tempest was aroused, who should he blame 
Hunt down those Witches, confess or die 
Sink or swim, they're guilty - let's hang 'em high 
3 covens of 39 
In 1591 that night performed a rite 
A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight 
To destroy the king of England 
Witchcraft spreading all around this Christian land 
Find them; burn them to the ground 
Their souls condemned 
Their ill fated curse failed so the king held trial 
The first great persecution of the British Isles 
An imp sucks a spinster's nipple 
A hare drains milk from cattle 
A clergy fornicate at a black dog's ball 
Pierce flesh with needles three inches in 
If they scream they're guilty, guilty as sin 
3 covens slaughtered that night 
39 crucified, burned and hanged alive 
Interrogated at our first witch trials 
Sentenced by the king of England