There lived a wife in Ushers Well
A wealthy wife was she
She had three stout and stalwart sons

And sent them o'er the sea
They had not been from Ushers Well
A week but barely one

When word came to this carlin wife
That her three sons were gone
I wish the wind may never cease

Nor flashes in the flood
Till my three sons return to me
In earthly flesh and blood

It fell about the Martinmas
The nights were long and dark
Three sons came home to Ushers Well

Their hats were made of bark
That neither grew in forest green
Nor on any wooded rise

But from the north side of the tree
That grows in Paradise
Blow up the fire my merry merry maidens

Bring water from the well
For all my house shall feed this night
Since my three sons are well

Then up and crowed the blood red @@#!
And up and crowed the grey
The oldest to the youngest said

It's time we were away
For the @@#! does crow and the day doth show
And the channerin worm doth chide

And we must go from Ushers Well
To the gates of Paradise
I wish the wind may never cease

Nor flashes in the flood
Till my three sons return to me
In earthly flesh and blood