Long meg and her daughters

Long meg and her daughters
Have rested a while
On the edge of the Cumbrian Pennines in style

Again like the rollrights
The numbers one sees
Differs apparently
Its a kind of tease

But its very sacred
One knows this is true
For one captain Lacey a’ blasting the blue
But was frightened away
By one hell of a storm
That sprung up at speed
So far from the norm

A coven of witches
Who were turned to stone
For performing their rituals
Yes all alone

Maidens of Little Salkeld
Also found
When they danced on the Sabbath
Seemingly bound
For stone henge old wives tales
Possibly so
But well worth a visit
If near there you go.

All these stone circles
Apparently
Were once pretty witches
And they magically
Danced in the moon light
Skyclad in fact
And sadly it appears
The some do react

By turning to stone
These beautiful maids
Who in the course of time
Their great beauty fades .