Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf
Comes a steppin' along
He don't even break the branches
Where he's been gone.
You can hear his long holler
From away cross the moor
That's the holler of a werewolf
When he's feeling poor.
For the werewolf have pity,
Not fear and not hate
'Cause the werewolf might be someone
That you've known of late.