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"
