Donald, he brought me a pound of tea.

'Twasn't always we got tea in those days, so I put it in the tin box; and there was just a little over, so I was forced to leave that in the paper bag.

Well, that day a neighbour came in from over the hill.

I knew fine she was a witch; so we sat and gossiped a bit; she was a real pleasant woman, and she sat and sat, and the time of day went by.

So I made her a cup of tea, her and me; but I used the drawing that was in the paper bag.