Look and see. There she be. One little pretty as pretty can be. Her soft sigh never lie round every corner, every corner she spy.
Everybody's thinking that she's so good walking and a peeking for she's so bold, humming when she knows just when she casts her spell, coming down the, running down the path so old. One by one the knots begun with the wood, not of two now tobe true in the wood.
Not of three be mote it to be, for the wood. Winding round the wrapping with the rope and wood.
Underneath the branches of this oak tree, knot of four be evermore round the wood. Knot of five be your alive, dear grand old wood. Coming down the, running down the path so old.
One sad morn when bell chimed too long. Upon her wood the last rope be hung.
Waiting watching for who knows who. For the time to do what she do.
Taping snapping for she knows who. When they come to do what they do.
(Repeat verse)
Underneath the branches of the oak tree..
Cast her spell all is well hear that lonely, ever lonely little bell.
Never touch what you see, run when you see her, when you see her just get free.
Underneath the branches of this oak tree, knot of six be to betwixt, not of seven spell be leaven ghost of wood. Winding round the wrapping with the rope and wood.
Everybody's knowing that she's so good. Knot of eight open gate, through the wood. Knot of nine be spell be mine be in the wood, woven with she all be with she knot and wood.
When will she, set you free, only way is hanging, is a hanging from the tree.
Waiting watching for you know who. How's the time to do what she do. Swinging swaying up with the wind tied together she hangs there with you.