I turned up a bit of info for the song "The Griesly Bride". You posted 6 Oct 02 on how the John Manifold poem became a song.    I want to be sure the following additional info is posted so as to be available to anyone researching this song. Could you please post it for me?

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The song “The Griesly Bride” is adapted from Australian poet John Manifold’s poem ‘The Griesly Wife,” published in Manifold's 1946 book Selected Verse, The John Day Company, Inc. publisher.   

The Harry Tuft liner notes, quoted in the 6 Oct 02 post, do not specify the edition of Sound and Sense, An Introduction to Poetry, edited by Laurence Perrine and published by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc. (New York). The Manifold poem appears in the 1963 edition but is omitted from subsequent editions.   Here is a link to the poem in the 1963 edition, and the text of the original poem, which has been adapted and modified in various ways by singers since then.

https://archive.org/details/soundsenseintrod0000perr/page/12/mode/2up?q=Griesly

THE GRIESLY WIFE
poem by John Manifold 1946

"Lie still, my newly married wife,
Lie easy as you can.
You re young, and ill-accustomed yet
To sleeping with a man.”

The snow lay thick, the moon was full
And shone across the floor.
The young wife went with never a word
Barefooted to the door.

He up and followed sure and fast,
The moon shone clear and white.
But before his coat was on his back
His wife was out of sight.

He trod the trail wherever it turned
By many a mound and scree,
And still the barefoot track led on,
And an angry man was he.

He followed fast, he followed slow,
And still he called her name,
Only the dingoes of the hills
Yowled back at him again.

Then the hair stood up along his neck
His angry mind was gone,
For the track of the two bare feet gave out
And a four-foot track went on.

Her nightgown lay upon the snow
As it might upon the sheet,
But the track that led from where it lay
Was never of human feet.

His heart turned over in his chest,
He looked from side to side,
And he thought more of his gum wood fire
Than he did of his griesly bride

At first he started walking back
And then began to run,
And his quarry wheeled at the end of her track
And hunted him in turn.

Oh, long the fire may burn for him
And open stand the door,
And long the bed may wait empty:
He’ll not be back any more.