The Maid and the Wild Man of Yallam

She stole away when the night was still,

Wearing her prettiest clothes,

Up to the beeches on Yellowham Hill,

To meet with a wild wose.

Fierce he was, and covered in hair,

With a gleam in his ancient eye.

He beckoned her into his leafy lair

With a smile that made her sigh.

At morn she rose with blushing cheeks,

And fled home to her father’s mill.

She tarried there some forty weeks,

Then went back to the woods on Yellowham Hill.

Up she climbed with a green-haired child,

And came down alone from the wose’ wild.

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I am a researcher and cryptozoologist based in the North West of England. I have collected and mapped over 35 years more than 450 British Bigfoot Accounts . I have spoken to hundreds of witnesses and their accounts can be found here or by searching British Bigfoot Map. If you have had an experience or would like more information on the British Bigfoot please contact me at debbiehatswell@gmail.com

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