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creepy folklore October 28, 2004

Filed under: Uncategorized — andygrrrl @ 6:07 am

From ghoulies and ghosties

and long leggety beasties,

And things that go bump in the night,

Good Lord, deliver us—Cornish prayer

Under earth I go,

On the oak-leaf I stand,

I ride on the filly that never was foaled,

And I carry the dead in my hand.—Scots traditional

For the moon’s shining high

And the dew is wet;

And on the mossy moor,

they’re dancing yet.—Cornish rhyme

–as found in Charles DeLint’s The Little Country


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