DEWER AND THE WISHT HOUNDS
|An infamous Dartmoor legendů|
|Forget the red-coat
horsemen seeking out the fox,
For there is one who hunts for greater prey
A master of each midnight, commanding ghostly hounds,
Dewer rides his pack at death of day.
When the gales scream out with dreadful premonition,
The voices of lost souls are borne within;
Victims of the master, calling out a warning:
"Beware the Wisht Hounds and their dreadful din!"
Dewer and his Wisht
Hounds ride the blackness of the night
|Listen to Ben Campbell sing a verse of the song|