In Samurai Ghost, I thought the "witch" simply cackled and threw an odd insult (in Japanese) to taunt you.
But upon closer inspection, it turns out she says:
"Little fly, thy summer's play,
My careless hand has brushed away,
Am not I a fly like thee?
Or art not thou a man like me?
For we dance and play and drink and sing,
'til some blind hand shall brush our wing."
Pretty kool.