Corby🦇

“On the fourteenth of May, at the dawn of the day With me gun on me shoulder to the woods I did stray In search of some game, if the weather prove fair To see can I get a shot at the bonny black hare. I met a young girl there with her face as a rose And her skin were as fair as the lily that grows I says, My fair maid, why ramble you so Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go. The answer she gave me, O, the answer were no But under me apron they say it do go And if you’ll not deceive me, I vow and declare We’ll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare. I laid this girl down with her face to the sky I took out me ramrod, me bullets likewise Saying, Wrap your legs round me, dig in with your heels For the closer we get, O, the better it feels.” Abitha snorted. “The birds, they were singing in the bushes and trees And the song that they sang was, She’s easy to please I felt her heart quiver and I knew what I’d done Says I, Have you had enough of me old sporting gun.” Abitha let out a loud laugh and glanced at Samson; he looked puzzled but intrigued. “The answer she gave me, O, the answer were nay It’s not often young sportsmen like you come this way And if your powder is good and your bullets are fair Why don’t you keep firing at the bonny black hare.” Abitha was having a hard time finishing the song between snorts of laughter. Samson too was smiling, but she saw it was at her, not the song. “Oh, me powder is wet and me bullets all spent And me gun I can’t fire, for it’s choked at the vent But I’ll be back in the morning, and if you are still here We’ll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare.”
― Brom, Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

“On the fourteenth of May, at the dawn of the day With me gun on me shoulder to the woods I did stray In search of some game, if the weather prove fair To see can I get a shot at the bonny black hare. I met a young girl there with her face as a rose And her skin were as fair as the lily that grows I says, My fair maid, why ramble you so Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go. The answer she gave me, O, the answer were no But under me apron they say it do go And if you’ll not deceive me, I vow and declare We’ll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare. I laid this girl down with her face to the sky I took out me ramrod, me bullets likewise Saying, Wrap your legs round me, dig in with your heels For the closer we get, O, the better it feels.”
― Brom, Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

“You were not always the Devil; you were once a great forest spirit and the wilderness was your kingdom. It is the wildfolk who twisted you, they who set the demons to you, they who begged Mother Earth to make you so.”
― Brom, Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

“I am not the tempter, nor would I deceive you. This has to be your decision. It has to come from your heart or the spell will not bind. And once you cross that line there is no return. My blood will run in your veins. You will be one with the serpent and the beast.” He nodded toward Norton. “You will be at odds with your own people, your teachings, with your Christ God. It is not an easy thing to turn your back on—”
― Brom, Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery