Alison Gross |
O Alison Gross, that lives in yon tow'r, The ugliest witch in the north countrie, She trysted me ae day up till her bow'r, And mony fair speeches she made to me.
2. She straik'd my head, and she kaim'd my hair,
3. She shaw'd me a mantle of red scarlet,
4. "Awa, awa, ye ugly witch,
5. She neist brocht a sark of the saftest silk,
6. She show'd me a cup of the good red gowd, | 7. "Awa, awa, ye ugly witch, Haud far awa, and let me be; For I wadna ance kiss your ugly mouth, For all the gifts that ye cou'd gi'e."
8. She's turn'd her richt and round about,
9. Then out has she ta'en a silver wand,
10. She turn'd me into an ugly worm,
11. With silver basin, and silver kame,
12. But as it fell out on last Hallow-e'en, |
13. She took me up in her milk-white hand, And she straik'd me three times o'er her knee; She chang'd me again to my ain proper shape, And nae mair do I toddle about the tree. |