Alison Gross lives in yon tower,
The ugliest witch in the North countrie.
She's trysted me ae day til her bower
And mony's the braw speech she made tae me.
 [bad word] (after each verse):
Awa, awa, ye ugly witch,
Haud far awa an lat me be.
Afore I kiss your ugly mou
I'd raither toddle around the tree.

She showed me a mantle of reid scarlet
Wrocht wi golden fringes fine.
“Gin ye will be my leman so [bad word] 
This goodly gift it sall be thine.”
 [bad word] (after every other verse):
Awa, awa ye ugly witch,
Haud far awa and let me be.
Afore I'll kiss yer ugly mou
I'd raither toddle aroond the tree.

She showed me a sark o the saftest silk
Weel wrocht wi pearls abune the band,
Says, “Gin ye'll be my leman sae [bad word] This gudely gift's at [bad word] ”

She showed me a cup o the guid red gowd
Weel set wi jewels and they're sae fine.
“Gin ye will be my leman so [bad word] 
This goodly gift it shall be thine.”

She's taen oot her grass green horn,
She's blew it three times loud and shrill,
Swore by the moon and stars aboun
She'd gar [bad word] the day that I was born.

And she's ta'en oot her silvery wand,
She straiked it three times o'er her knee,
She's muttered sic words as my senses failed
I feel doon senseless tae the ground.

Wi silver basin an silver kaim
Tae kaim my headie upon her knee,
Aye on ilka Saturday nicht
Aul Alison Gross [bad word] tae me.

It fell upon last Halloween
When the seely coort came riding by,
The Queen's lichit doon on a gowany bank
Nae far fae the tree whaur I did lie.

She's lifted me in her milk-white hand,
She's pricked me three times on her knee,
She's turned me back tae ma proper shape:
Nae mair I'll toddle aroon the tree.