Oh what do you wash in the beck old hag
Is it water you lack at home?
It's nowt but a murderer's shroud young man
A shroud for to cover his gown
Cover his gown, oh cover his gown
A shroud for to cover his gown
It's nowt but a murderer's shroud young man
A shroud for to cover his gown
Oh what do you cut in the slack old hag
Is it fencing you lack for your beasts?
It's nowt but a murderer's coffin sir
A coffin to cover his face
Cover his face, oh cover his face
A coffin to cover his face
It's nowt but a murderer's coffin sir
A coffin to cover his face
And what do you dig at the crossroads witch
Is it roots that you lack for your swine?
It's nowt but a murderer's grave fair sir
A grave for to bury him fine
Bury him fine, oh bury him fine
A grave for to bury him fine
It's nowt but a murderer's grave fair sir
A grave for to bury him fine
And who owns the coffin and shroud foul witch
And why's the grave in the gra**?
This spell I've woven for you dear heart
Come k** me and bring it to pa**
Bring it to pa**, oh bring it to pa**
Come k** me and bring it to pa**
This spell I've woven for you dear heart
Come k** me and bring it to pa**