FIRE AND HEMLOCK
Diana Wynne Jones
ILLUSTRATED BY DAVID WYATT
To Laura
Contents
1 A dead sleep came over me And from my horse I fell
3 Abide you there a little space And I will show you marvels three
1 And fill your hands o’ the holy water And cast your compass round
2 She had not picked a rose, a rose, A rose but barely one, When up and started young Tam Lin
4 The truth I’ll tell thee, Janet; In no word will I lie
5 But aye she grips and holds him fast
2 They’ll turn me in your arms, lady, Into a serpent or a snake
3 But, Thomas, you shall hold your tongue
4 They’ll turn me in your arms, lady, Into a deer so wild, But hold me fast, don’t let me go
7 Out then spoke her brother dear – He meant to do her harm – “There grows a herb in Carterhaugh…”
3 But the night is Hallowe’en, Janet, The morn is Hallowday
4 That is the path of Wickedness, Though some call it the Road to Heaven.
Coda They shaped him in her arms at last A mother-naked man
1 A dead sleep came over meAnd from my horse I fell