Aish trees gave their keys Yet none will set me free The woody nightshade drooped her beads An' bade, come feed on these Look behind yourself, red-eyed 'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll find I ascend three steps to hell The school bus heaves up the hill The sloey spears on Witches Mead Cussed, cussed, come and lean on these! Look behind yourself, red-eyed 'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll find Look behind yourself, red-eyed 'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll find