Old Molly Metcalfe by The Witches of Elswick Lyrics

Old Molly Metcalfe counting sheep
Yan tan tether mether pip, she counted
Up upon Swaledale, steep and bleak
Yan tan tether mether pip, she said

Grow, little sheep, come hail, come snow
Yan tan tether mether pip, she counted
Fine warm wool for a gentleman's shoulder blades
Yan tan tether mether pip, she said

Over the heather when the weather is cold
Yan tan tether mether pip, she counted
Stiff Molly Metcalfe goes bow-leggedly
Yan tan tether mether pip, she said

Grow, little sheep, come wind, come rain
Yan tan tether mether pip, she counted
Fine warm wool for a lady's counterpane
Yan tan tether mether pip, she said

On her back in the bracken with frozen bones
Yan tan tether mether pip, she counted
Daft Molly Metcalfe singing alone
Yan tan tether mether pip, she said
Grow, little sheep, come death, come dark
Yan tan tether mether pip, she counted
No such wool for Old Molly Metcalfe
Yan tan tether mether pip, she said