Wayward sisters you that fright

The lonely traveller by night

Who like dismal ravens crying

Beat the windows of the dying

Appear appear at my call and share in the fame

Of a mischief shall make all Carthage flame

Appear

Appear

Appear

Appear

Say Beldam say what's thy will

Harm's our delight and mischief all our skill

Harm's our delight and mischief all our skill

Mischief mischief mischief all our skill

The Queen of Carthage whom we hate

As we do all in prosp'rous state

Ere sunset shall most wretched prove

Depriv'd of fame of life and love