Elder Mother

Came forth a liege and five loyal kin
To a realm men sought to claim
An old Witch thence appeared to them
Her terms she did outlay
«From this point on you all I’ll make
Seven strides shalt thou now take
And if Long Compton thou can see
A King of England shall thou be
And if Long Compton thou can’t see
No King of England shalt thy be
Rise up stick and rise up stone
For a King of England shalt be none»
Old girl, old girl give to me
Some of thy wood, and I’ll give thee
Some of mine, some of mine
When I turn into a tree