| Alison Gross that lives in yon tower
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| The ugliest witch in the North Country
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| Has trysted me one day up to her bower
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| And many a fair speech she made to me
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| She stroked my head and she combed my hair
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| She set me down softly on her knee
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| Saying if you will be my lover so true
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| So many good things I would give to you
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| Away, away, you ugly witch
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| Go far away and let me be
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| I never will be your lover so true
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| And wish I were out of your communy
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| Alison Gross she must be
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| The ugliest witch in the North Country
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| Alison Gross she must be
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| The ugliest witch in the North Country
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| She showed me a mantle of red scarlet
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| With golden flowers and fringes fine
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| Saying if you will be my lover so true
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| This goodly gift it shall be thine
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| She showed me a shirt of the softest silk
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| Well wrought with pearls abound the band
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| Saying if you will be my lover so true
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| This goodly gift you shall command
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| She showed me a cup of the good red gold
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| Well set with jewels so fair to see
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| Saying if you will be my lover so true
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| This goodly gift I will give to thee
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| Away, away, you ugly witch
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| Go far away and let me be
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| I never would kiss your ugly mouth
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| For all of the gifts that you could give
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| She turned her right and round about
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| And thrice she blew on a grass-green horn
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| She swore by the moon and the stars of above
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| That she’d make me rue the day I was born
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| The out she has taken a silver wand
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| She’s turned her three times round and round
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| She muttered such words till my strength it did fail
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| And she’s turned me into an ugly worm |