'A riddle now I'll tell to you, it's of a horse that has no shoe; its mane is of the glittering gold, and in the dark earth it was foaled.  A riddle now to you I'll tell, it's of a horse that has no tail; nor need is there of saddle or bit, nor spur nor whip to take to it: R for the Rowan quick & light, A for the dark sweet Aconite, G is for the Grass-green goad, to ride a weed the ragwort road; W for the Witches brew, O for the Ointment known to few, it's R for Rune and T for Toad, as dance we down the ragwort road.  Horse and hattock, horse and go; horse and pelatis, ho, ho, ho...' 

Eight tales to be told