Judy Cook, Folksinger

Griesly Bride

As Sung By Judy Cook

Lie down my newly wedded wife; lie easy as you can.
You're young and unaccustomed yet to sleeping with a man.

The snow was deep; the moon was bright as it shown on the cabin floor.
His young bride rose without a word, ran barefoot through the door.

He up and followed fast and sure, and an angry man was he.
But his young bride was nowhere in site; and only the moon shown free.

He followed her tracks through the new deep snow, calling out loud her name,
But only the dingoes in the hills called back to him again.

Then the hair stood up along his neck, and his angry mind was gone,
For where the two foot track gave out, a four foot track ran on.

Her nightgown lay upon the snow as it might on a white bed sheet,
But the tracks that led from where it lay were ne'er of human feet.

He started in the walking back, and then he began to run.
His quarry turned all in her tracks and hunted him in turn.

An empty bed still waits for him as he lies in a crimson tide.
Beware, beware oh trapper men; beware of the griesley bride.