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