Beware the days of the year, little man When the moon hath a face like a silver crown Cleave if thou may'st to the home of thy clan And hide from the Werewolves of London Town Beware the coverts and courts, little maid Where walks the man with the coat of brown Though thou art abandoned, be not waylaid By the hungry Werewolves of London Town Beware the alleys and lanes, my son Those shining eyes and their power of sewn If thou art sighted, be not undone By the mighty Werewolves of London Town Beware the starlit nights, my child And pretty lady in the sleek white gown Though thou art forsaken, be not beguiled By the charming Werewolves of London Town