The grey lady dressed in dark,
Who's face is so hideous it makes babies cry,
Her speech sounds like metal scraping metal,
Upon her forehead is an ugly mark,
Her nose is disfigured and wry,
She has the same effect as that of a nettle.

The grey lady dressed in dark,
Only comes out at night,
What deeds she does remain a mystery,
In dark exploits and crime she has made her mark,
Many accuse her of last years blight,
Her past has little known history.

The grey lady dressed in dark,
Lives in a hovel entered by a back street,
Her only guests are of the shadowy kind,
Inside the rooms are quite stark,
To scare her is an impossible feat,
They say she is most remarkably unkind.

The grey lady dressed in dark,
Has a bite worse than her bark.