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Allison Gross
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O Allison Gross, that lives in yon towr,The ugliest witch i the north country,
Has trysted me ae day up till her bowr,
An monny fair speech she made to me.
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She stroaked my head, an she kembed my hair,An she set me down saftly on her knee;
Says, Gin ye will be my lemman so true,
Sae monny braw things as I woud you gi.
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She showd me a mantle o red scarlet,Wi gouden flowrs an fringes fine;
Says, Gin ye will be my lemman so true,
This goodly gift it sal be thine.
4
‘Awa, awa, ye ugly witch,Haud far awa, an lat me be;
I never will be your lemman sae true,
An I wish I were out o your company.’
5
She neist brought a sark o the saftest silk,Well wrought wi pearles about the ban;
Says, Gin you will be my ain true love,
This goodly gift you sal comman.
6
She showd me a cup of the good red gold,Well set wi jewls sae fair to see;
Says, Gin you will be my lemman sae true,
This goodly gift I will you gi.
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7
‘Awa, awa, ye ugly witch,Had far awa, and lat me be;
For I woudna ance kiss your ugly mouth
For a' the gifts that ye coud gi.’
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She's turnd her right and roun about,An thrice she blaw on a grass-green horn,
An she sware by the meen and the stars abeen,
That she'd gar me rue the day I was born.
9
Then out has she taen a silver wand,An she's turnd her three times roun an roun;
She's mutterd sich words till my strength it faild,
An I fell down senceless upon the groun.
10
She's turnd me into an ugly worm,And gard me toddle about the tree;
An ay, on ilka Saturdays night,
My sister Maisry came to me,
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Wi silver bason an silver kemb,To kemb my heady upon her knee;
But or I had kissd her ugly mouth,
I'd rather a toddled about the tree.
12
But as it fell out on last Hallow-even,When the seely court was ridin by,
The queen lighted down on a gowany bank,
Nae far frae the tree where I wont to lye.
13
She took me up in her milk-white han,An she's stroakd me three times oer her knee;
She chang'd me again to my ain proper shape,
An I nae mair maun toddle about the tree.
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