Gruagach! -

Deep within the forest dark

Lies a beast with baleful bark

Feasting on a infant’s soul

Cross its path and pay the toll

TURNAROUND:

Aire!

Gruagach!

Aire!

Gruagach!

Pass not through the village gate

Sun has set and day is late

If you walk alone at night

You meet black and grey and white

Crouched upon a rock or tree

It eats either you or me

It needs neither knife nor bowl

Drinks your blood out of your skull

Eyes to flame a fearful red

Claws to rend a body dead

Teeth to strip your white bones bare

They knit mittens from your hair

They will tan your hide for shoes

Boil your fat to grease their stews

Singing shanties to your groans

Playing pipes of hollowed bones

Bridge:

Run, hide, stay inside!

Listen unto me!

Dark sport is the court of the Unseelie!

I have saved these words for last

Learn them well and hold them fast

Never venture from your bed

Else your very soul is dead!