Featuring Kyle and Nick of the Dreadnoughts on Mando and banjo. Dartmoor be a mystical place in Devon, full of bogs, myths, legends and things that you better hope ain't true.
Twer while staying up there in solitude writing songs with the Canadian folk punk band the Dreadnoughts things went airy when we were attacked by the piskies, them being the local little people. Needless to say we ain't been the same since.
Notes: Jan Coo - A tin miner lost to the pixies many centuries ago. Jan Stewer - Keeper of horses a long time ago. Gwine - going. Viddy - smart/tidy/good. Yeth Hounds - Heath Hounds - the Lost Hunt seen at midnight by lost folk. Hairy Hands - extremely dangerous and active local spook.
Twer on a sunny summers morn the 21st of May. We strode upon ole Dart-y-moor, Jan Stewers door to stay. There were the Turnip band me boys, the Dreadnoughts and Jan Coo. We drank the scrump and downed our hoes and kicked a hellabaloo.
Things were gwine viddy me boys until the mist came down. A mortal howl came across the moor, twer the fearful Yeth Hounds. Ole Nick got the pixies curse and dragged into the bog, Kyle got grabbed by the Hairy Hands and dragged into the bog.