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 Isobel Gowdie

Isobel Gowdie was my name.

In 1600's Scotland, I

Confessed as a witch and got fame

For my hare raising tale supply,

In which I was turned to a hare

By the devil, who'd send me on

Soul searching errands here and there,

During which I'd be set upon

By packs of dogs, chasing me till

I could change back to human shape.

Being a witch took lots of skill,

Especially ways to escape.

Exciting was my witch's life,

Boring being a farmer's wife.