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 grass? This spell I've woven for you dear heart Come kill me and bring it to pass Bring it to pass, oh bring it to pass Come kill me and bring it to pass This spell I've woven for you dear heart Come kill me and bring it to passTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
