“And so to Bamburgh castle, the king a new wife did bring.
But his queen took an instant dislike to her husband’s daughter, Margaret,
And transformed her into a Laidly Wyrm which coiled itself about a Great Stone,
And laid waste the land for seven miles around.
Daily, the milk of seven cows was brought the Wyrm but all to no avail,
For the enchantment could only be lifted by Childy Wynd,
Margaret’s brother, but he lived far away over the sea.
‘The Pilgrims’ sally forth…
Word of the dark doings in his homeland eventually reached Childy,
Who built a ship with a rowan-tree mast and silken sails,
And set out to rid Bamburgh of its blight.
The queen, she spied the ship and sent out ‘witch-wives’ to sink it,
But they were powerless ‘gainst the magical mast.
As the ship came into land, the…
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