The Weaver of Dean Combe

There is a local poem called ‘The Ballad of Hound’s Pool’, which is about The Weaver of Dean Combe (a small hamlet on the edge of Buckfastleigh) whose ghost would not stop weaving!

The Ballad of Hound's Pool

‘Deep in the churchyard Knowles was laid

The weaver of Dean Coombe;

But short time that weaver stayed

Within the silent tomb!

None ever looked old Knowles to see

Until the crack of doom;

But there in astral body he

Sat working at his loom!

The wondering neighbours roundly swear

That through the livelong night

His wheel and shuttle they can hear-

For no ghost needs a light!’