Mother Shipton - The Yorkshire Sybil

Predictions of Mother Shipton


drawing Ursula Southeil aka Mother Shipton

Mother Shipton born Ursula Sontheil was an English witch / soothsayer, known as the Yorkshire Sibyl. She is supposed to have been born at an ancient well with mystical powers somewhere around the year 1486 - 1488.

She lived during the reign of Henry VIII of England and predicted his victory over France in 1513 . She prophesied the Dissolution of the Monasteries. She was an early archetype of the stereotypical witch that you see adorning modern homes around Halloween.

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Her power to see into the future made her well known not only in her home town but throughout England.

She is credited with having predicted important historical events many years ahead of their time.

The Great Fire of London in 1666

The defeat of the Spanish Armada in 1588

Modern technology

Her own death in 1561



Unlike Nostradamus and many other soothsayers/seers she was not overly vague in her predictions. Some of her the predictions attributed to Mother Shipton were hoaxes concocted after after death.

The first record of her prophecy pertaining to Cardinal Wolsey dates from 1641, long after he had died. Her prophecies about future technology, and about the world coming to an end in 1881, first appeared in print in the 1862 edition of her sayings, and Charles Hindley, the editor , later admitted that he had composed them.

An unfortunate happenstance surrounding this seer is that is not possible to tell what is written by her, and what is written later by hoaxers. The poem below was not publicized till nearly a century after her demise.

Even if that be the case {Mid 1600s} there are striking insights into modern technological advances. In the one instance where she gives an actual numeric date - 1926- her predictions are extremely accurate.


And now a word, in uncouth rhyme

Of what shall be in future time.

Then upside down the world shall be

And gold found at the root of tree

All England's sons that plough the land

Shall oft be seen with Book in hand.

The poor shall now great wisdom know

Great houses stand in far-flung vale

All covered o'er with snow and hail.

A carriage without horse will go

Disaster fill the world with woe.

In London, Primrose Hill shall be

In centre hold a Bishop's See

And water shall great wonders do

How strange. And yet it shall come true.

Through towering hills proud men shall ride

No horse or ass move by his side.

Beneath the water, men shall walk

Shall ride, shall sleep, shall even talk.

And in the air men shall be seen

In white and black and even green.

A great man then, shall come and go

For prophecy declares it so.

In water, iron, then shall float

As easy as a wooden boat

Gold shall be seen in stream and stone

In land that is yet unknown.

And England shall admit a Jew

You think this strange, but it is true

The Jew that once was held in scorn

Shall of a Christian then be born.

A house of glass shall come to pass

In England. But Alas, alas

A war will follow with the work

Where dwells the Pagan and the Turk.

These states will lock in fiercest strife

And seek to take each other's life.

When North shall thus divide the south

And Eagle build in Lion's mouth

Then tax and blood and cruel war

Shall come to every humble door.

Three times shall lovely sunny France

Be led to play a bloody dance

Before the people shall be free

Three tyrant rulers shall she see.

Three rulers in succession be

Each springs from different dynasty.

Then when the fiercest strife is done

England and France shall be as one.

The British olive shall next then twine

In marriage with a German vine.

Men walk beneath and over streams

Fulfilled shall be their wondrous dreams.

For in those wondrous far off days

The women shall adopt a craze

To dress like men, and trousers wear

And to cut off their locks of hair.

They'll ride astride with brazen brow

As witches do on broomstick now.

And roaring monsters with man atop

Does seem to eat the verdant crop

And men shall fly as birds do now

And give away the horse and plough.

There'll be a sign for all to see

Be sure that it will certain be.

Then love shall die and marriage cease

And nations wane as babes decrease.

And wives shall fondle cats and dogs

And men live much the same as hogs.

In nineteen hundred and twenty six

Build houses light of straw and sticks.

For then shall mighty wars be planned

And fire and sword shall sweep the land.

When pictures seem alive with movements free

When boats like fishes swim beneath the sea,

When men like birds shall scour the sky

Then half the world, deep drenched in blood shall die.

For those who live the century through

In fear and trembling this shall do.

Flee to the mountains and the dens

To bog and forest and wild fens.

For storms will rage and oceans roar

When Gabriel stands on sea and shore

And as he blows his wondrous horn

Old worlds die and new be born.

A fiery Dragon will cross the sky

Six times before this earth shall die

Mankind will tremble and frightened be

For the sixth heralds in this prophecy.

For seven days and seven nights

Man will watch this awesome sight.

The tides will rise beyond their ken

To bite away the shores and then

The mountains will begin to roar

And earthquakes split the plain to shore.

And flooding waters, rushing in

Will flood the lands with such a din

That mankind cowers in muddy fen

And snarls about his fellow men.

He bares his teeth and fights and kills

And secrets food in secret hills

And ugly in his fear, he lies

.... to kill marauders, thieves and spies.

Man flees in terror from the floods

And kills, and rapes and lies in blood

And spilling blood by mankind's hands

Will stain and bitter many lands.

And when the Dragon's tail is gone,

Man forgets, and smiles, and carries on

To apply himself -- too late, too late

For mankind has earned deserved fate.

His masked smile -- his false grandeur

Will serve the Gods their anger stir.

And they will send the Dragon back

To light the sky -- his tail will crack

Upon the earth and rend the earth....

and thenBegin the human race again.

But not on land already there

But on ocean beds, stark, dry and bare

Not every soul on Earth will die

As the Dragon's tail goes sweeping by.

Not every land on earth will sink

But these will wallow in stench and stink

Of rotting bodies of beast and man

Of vegetation crisped on land. ...

You think it strange. But it will be.

And before the race is built anew

A silver serpent comes to view

And spew out men of like unknownTo mingle with the earth now grown

The children with the second sight.

A natural thing so that they might

Grow graceful, humble and when they do

The Golden Age will start anew. (These verses were on the outer wrapping of scrolls): Reprinted with no-ones permission: They are Public Domain !.

I know I go -- I know I'm free

I know that this will come to be.

Secreted this -- for this will be

Found by later dynasty.

A dairy maid, a bonny lass

Shall kick this tome as she does pass

And five generations she shall breed

Before one male child does learn to read.

This is then held year by year

Till an iron monster trembling fear

Eats parchment, words and quill and ink

And mankind is given time to think.

And only when this comes to be

Will mankind read this prophecy

But one man's sweet's another's bane

So I shall not have burned in vain. -Mother Shipton


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