'A Fagot, A Fagot, Go Fetch For The Fire, Son!' 'O, Mother, The Wolf Looks In At The Door!' 'Cry Shoo! Now, Cry Shoo! Thou Fierce Grey Wolf Fly, Now; Haste Thee Away, He Will Fright Thee No More.' 'I Ran, O, I Ran, But The Grey Wolf Ran Faster, O, Mother, I Cry In The Air At Thy Door, Cry Shoo! Now, Cry Shoo! But His Fangs Were So Cruel, Thy Son (Save His Hatchet) Thou'Lt Never See More.'