Grulin

Happy were the folk
in the village under the cliff
tending their kyne
leading their lives

The girl was following the path

when the lad came out
he spoke sweetly
and she was soon in thralls

Love is blind
so she did not espy
his strange attire
or misshapen feet

He took her to the
distant loch
high in the mountains
behind the cliff

When she was missed
her kinfolk came looking
only to find her body
in the water

Hoofprints led away
from a circle of seaweed
None dared follow
the kelpie and his prey