The Men 'Neath the Mound

They do not exist, most folks say
And some say the same of God and Hell
And some still in the present day
Stories of them they tell
That in the ringfort at night
They dancing can be found
Returning to hide and sleep before the dawn
Neath their ancient Danish mound.

Dont touch their trees alone in the fields
Whatever else you do
Or else bad luck and misfortune bad
For you and yours will ensue
The truth of these tales we do not know
No more than the oft-spoken pot of gold
But its part of us, our history and culture
So these stories must be told...