Werewolf

Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf

Comes a-stepping along

He don't even break the branches

Where he's been gone

You can hear his long holler from away across the moor

That's the holler of a werewolf when he's feeling poor

He goes out in the evening when

The bats are on the wing

And he's killed some young maiden before the birds sing

For the werewolf, for the werewolf

Have sympathy

Because the werewolf he is someone

Just like you or me

Once I saw him in the moonlight

When the bats were a-flying

All alone I saw the werewolf

And the werewolf was crying

Crying, "Nobody, nobody, nobody knows

How much I love the maiden as I tear off her clothes"

Crying, "Nobody, nobody knows my pain

When I see it has risen that full moon again"