The kelpiePast the hills of heather, and the wells with water fairMore Like This
lives a gnarled tooth creature in his watery lair
eyes glossed with death, and reeds throughout his mane
water laden tracks strewn across the lane
he plays the role of lost soul, with his horse hide grey as stone
round the moors they whisper," Aye he be a mighty steed but ye best be leave'n him alone"
"he'll trick ye child, take ye to the depths, devour ye blood and bone"
"As pretty as they are it's best to leave the folk alone"
"I know ye heard the stories of him becoming a noble steed"
"but them folk of the water don't take well to human ventures and idle greed"
" he'll throw ye off in a flash, throw ye blindly off his back"
"he won't show ye no mercy when on the ground yer bones do crack"
He know's nothing but loneliness, death's cold breath, and sorrow
do not be placing yer hand on his pelt or we won't be seeing ye tomorrow.