Kenegie Sperets

Kenegie Sperets your veins draw white,
if thee pass by here in dead of night,
In times gone by, just peaceful breezes,
were the friends returning with you
from market's eggs, fruit and cheeses,
your baskets topped with mead and brew.

If the Squire would deadly moan abroad
there was nothing to fear
he moved silent pale as dark ravens cawed
to see his mansion every year.

Old Harris missed his warm old fire,
Tended by staff under his Lady of the House
She passed from life to death with ire,
No peace for the mansion, for man or mouse.

But when it came to Harris, Wild
Troubled by loss of his 'orphan child',
His father's anger and watchful eye
The Housekeeper's tongue the reason why
his love took her life and drowned,
white hare of love him followed round
Christopher thus met his end
and huntsman found many a friend
in the next life with wild carousing,
Brought terror and dread arousing
in hearts and minds of local folk
with noise and dread they all but broke.