Lyrics:

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 pass