大象传媒

A thief, and a murderer! Stop her who can!
Look well to your lives and your goods!
Good people, ye know not the hazard you run,
'Tis the far-famed and much-noted Woods.

While I looked at her eye, for the devil is in it,
In a trice she whipt off my poor heart:
Her brow, cheek and lip - in another sad minute,
My peace felt her murderous dart.

Her, features, I'll tell you them over - but hold!
She deals with your wizards and books;
And to peep in her face, if but once you're so bold,
There's witchery kills in her looks.

But softly - I have it - her haunts are well known,
At midnight so slily I'll watch her;
And sleeping, undrest, in the dark, all alone
Good lord! The dear THIEF HOW I'LL CATCH HER!