The terror of Garsdoon moor

They went out on the moor alright

The sky was clear the stars were bright,

The cart track shone like ribbons white

That zigged and zagged into the night

Across the Garsdoon moor.

Good progress they did make alright

She, dressed in wedding gown of white

Who held the carriage side so tight,

That lurched and rattled through the night

Across the Garsdoon moor.

He was young and brave alright

With gun and sabre for the fight,

To guard his love, his heart’s delight

From highwaymen that stalk the night

Across the Garsdoon moor.

But now the scene will change alright

Thunder roars with lightning bright,

Strange sounds are heard from left and right

Tormented souls that own the night

Across the Garsdoon moor.

The young groom is afraid alright

He holds his gun and sabre tight,

The bride like gown is palest white

As wails and moans are at their height,

Across the Garsdoon moor.

Now dawn it will arrive alright

And they will search the moor till night,

Of coach and riders there’s no sight

Back home, lock doors and windows tight

Across the haunted Garsdoon moor.

The local folks they know alright

That ghouls and demons walk the night,

Transporting souls to hell for spite

Tormenting them for their delight

On fearful Garsdoon moor.


Copyright Alan Gilbert 2010