creepy folklore

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