Alison thought it was a good idea at the time.

Do a bit of begging not that much of a crime.

If owt went wrong she'd try and cast a spell.

Grandma Demdike had trained her well.

"I'll start up Trawden on't Colne road.

I'll stop first fella carrying a load.

If this fails, witchcraft will serve me well.

I'll try out one of grandma's spells".

John Laws a peddler was passing that way.

He didn't realise he would be part of history that day.

"Spare me some pins peddler man don't be so tight".

"Be on your way beggar girl get out of my sight".

Temper and venom surged through her veins.

She spat out a curse that sometimes kills, nearly always maims.

John Laws fell to the ground having a stroke.

A snarling black dog materialised before another word was spoke.

Locals carried him to the a pub in a semi conscious state.

They also sent word to the local magistrate.

Roger Newell was the man sent to investigate.

Alison's confessions sealed the Pendle Witches fate.

Newell heard of a meeting at Malkin Tower.

When Demdike and friends unleashed there evil power.

Human bones were found robbed from a graveyard.

The evidence found was to hit them hard.

Incarcerated in Lancaster Castle those accused the old and the young.

Demdike died in captivity whilst the rest were hung.

Four hundred years have almost now past.

The debate about guilt will last and last.

Now we live in more tolerant times.

We ask were they really guilty of these crimes.

Did they really cause people to die?

Did they curse, steal, cheat and lie?

History shows us these were bad days.

James 1st showing us his new ways.

The Pendle Witches are now gone.

The Legend however goes on and on.