The night shone with little strength and the moon waned in wretchedness,
The clouds rolled across the sky cloaking the miserable light.
The maiden watched with fervent wonder the pass for a man,
And hopes sank lower down as his horse came clacking-
Clacking-clacking-
His horse came clacking down the mill road despite her fathers ban.
A dashing figure with all tails a trailing and a three corner hat perched up high,
His steed he urged on with speed of his words and they verily flew on right by,
A mission had he as he burst through the night,
That gallant charger ran on straight through-
Never stopping they had to make do
And the hooves hit long and tendons stretched to their might.
Then on the stair with a creak and a moan,
Finally descending with an ominous groan,
He came to see and saw he sure did,
A man ‘pon the wind-
Sped along by the wind
A man riding down with his back to the wind.
Arranged at his door his daughter he found,
Skirts displayed across the ground,
Eyes fixed on the door she waited by bate breath,
The man kept riding-
Riding-riding-
Riding straight on to her death.
Grabbing her hair he dragged her out back,
Kicking and writhing but his strength was no lack,
Her head was bashed in,
Her brains littered the floor-
Scattered around the floor
Murder to murder; kin to kin.
Into the barnyard he entered with a clang,
An alarm bell was struck and thundered out with a bang,
His lasses remains had been placed up high,
A grisly welcome against the stormy sky-
They called to him from where they lie-
Her true love swore the man would die.
