O I forbid you, maidens all
That wear gold in your hair,
To come or go by Carter Hall
For young Tam Lin is there.
Tam Lin
O I forbid you, maidens all
That wear gold in your hair,
To come or go by Carter Hall
For young Tam Lin is there.
When witches go riding and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, “It’s near Halloween.”
Amidst the mists and coldest frosts
he thrusts his fists against the posts
and still insists he sees the ghosts.
– from Donovan’s Brain by Curt Siodmak