Herbal

If you are in a fix,
I advise you to go and see
Mrs. Walker.
Mucky she may be,
But she'll always help a girl
Out of a stew,

Sing pennyroyal, tansy and rue.

She makes you no promise,
She goes free,
And dearie, so soon may you.

Centaury for your soft skin, love,
Lavender for your peace,
Chamomile for your sleep my love,
Betony for your dreams,

And to restore the courses of the moon
Sing pennyroyal, tansy and rue.

The herbs are growing,
The simples are brewing
Where roosting tabbies mew,

Marigold for your bright eyes, love,
Comfrey for your wounds,
Valerian for your fear, my love,
Caught in the dark of the moon,
Sing pennyroyal, tansy and rue.

She makes you no promise,
She makes you no charge,
She goes free;

And dearie, so soon may you.