By the light of day the cottage is a charming place. It is the place that I had thought to bring my bride, the fair Polly.By night an unearthly light prevails. It is as if the moon has cast a spell here. they say that the bogs are full of the bodies of the un-dead, and that one night of the year it is not safe to be near these woods.
To all of this I paid me no heed, for I was used to having my own way in all things. For I was the young Laird of the Manor, just returned from the grand tour of the continent. I had stopped at the tavern to change horses and refresh myself from the long sea voyage.
That is where I first saw Polly, the loveliest lass I ever set eyes on. She said that I was to grand for her, but I knew in my heart she would always be the only one for me. She promised to meet me in the moonlight by the game keepers cottage. It was hidden in the glen and the most proper place for a tryst. There I waited for Polly, but she did not come. When I asked for her at the tavern they told me she'd gone off to London town. Each day I went to hunt in the glen and the weeks and months went by. I had given up hope of ever seeing her again.
"Wait for me in the moonlight; Watch for me in the moonlight. I'll come to thee in the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!"
I could hear her voice clearly as I saw the wild swans fly, and I fired a shot and landed the bird quick as one could blink an eye.
Oh the shock and the grief of it, twas no white bird, but there lay my own sweet Polly with her apron wrapped about her like a hood. With my eyes full of tears I bent to kiss her one last time and gaze upon her beautiful face. Then I gasped for the young girl of sixteen years now looked to be a woman of one hundred and six. She raised herself up off the ground and pulled me to her. "Now we will always be together. We will never be apart."
That is how they found us, locked in an embrace, hundreds of years later. We are the bog people that you read of. Come meet us in the moonlight, and stay with us forever.
