Here are eerie feet that creep when the moon is on the wane.

In the glen of Castlemaine there are eldritch tongues that call;

And the little leaves have words that will hold the heart in thrall.

In the glen of Castlemaine there ’s a glamour over all.

For the fays have cast their spell o’er the glen of Castlemaine;

There is brooding wonder there, but no dream of blight or bane;

Here, if you have loved and lost, you may find your love again!