Alison Gross - Folque

Alison Gross på borgen hist,

den lædeste heks i det ganske nord,

kalte meg til seg uti sitt bur,

og taled til meg fullt fagre ord.

Hun klappet mitt kinn og kjemte mitt hår,

så kjærlig på kne hun satte meg:

vil du være min elsker tro,

så mang en god gave gir jeg deg.

Gakk vekk, gakk vekk du lede heks,

du la meg være bli borte fra meg.

jeg aldre vil vorde din elsker tro,

gid jeg nu kun var langt vekk fra deg.

Alison Gross på borgen hist,

den lædeste heks i det ganske nord.

Hun viste en skjorte av silke bløt

med blomster av guld og perler små:

vil du være min elsker tro,

denne gode gave du eie må.

Hun viste en kappe skarlagen rød

med blomster av guld og silke fin:

vil du være min elsker tro,

denne gode gave skal være din.

Gakk vekk, gakk vekk du lede heks,

du la meg være bli borte fra meg.

jeg aldre vil vorde din elsker tro,

gid jeg nu kun var langt vekk fra deg.

Alison Gross på borgen hist,

den lædeste heks i det ganske nord.

En sølver vånd hun i hende tok,

tre ganger hun vendte seg rundt og rundt,

hun mumlet så sære troldomsord

at jeg alt som død falt ned til grund.

Hun skapte meg til så læd en orm

at bruke meg tridt ved treets bunn.

jeg ville meg bukte under tre

langt heller enn kysse heksens munn.

Den aften før allehelgensdag

da elvenhøytiden den falt på

en dronning neddaled til grønne høy

ei langt fra det tre der jeg lå.

Hun tok meg i melkehvite hånd,

hun strøk meg tre ganger over sitt kne.

så skjøt jeg ham og ble mann på ny.

ei mer jeg bukter meg under tre.

Alison Gross på borgen hist,

den lædeste heks i det ganske nord.

Alison Gross at the castle hist,

the laziest witch in the far north,

called me to him in his cage,

and spoke to me fully beautiful words.

She patted my cheek and combed my hair,

so lovingly on her knees she put me:

will you be my lover faith,

so many a good gift I give you.

Go away, go away you lead witch,

you let me stay away from me.

I ages will become your lover faith,

I wish I was just far away from you.

Alison Gross at the castle hist,

the laziest witch in the far north.

She showed a shirt of soft silk

with flowers of gold and pearls small:

will you be my lover faith,

this great gift you must possess.

She showed a cloak scarlet red

with flowers of gold and silk fine:

will you be my lover faith,

this good gift must be yours.

Go away, go away you lead witch,

you let me stay away from me.

I ages will become your lover faith,

I wish I was just far away from you.

Alison Gross at the castle hist,

the laziest witch in the far north.

A silver water she took in her,

three times she turned round and round,

she mumbled such strange words of magic

that I all as death fell to the ground.

She made me look like a worm

to use my steps at the bottom of the tree.

I would bend under a tree

far rather than kissing the witch's mouth.

The night before All Saints' Day

when the river feast it fell on

a queen descended to green mounds

not far from the tree where I lay.

She took me in milky white hand,

she stroked me three times over her knee.

then I shot him and became a man again.

no more I meander under three.

Alison Gross at the castle hist,

the laziest witch in the far north.