The girl who wishes to see her future husband must go out and gather
certain herbs in the light of the full moon of the new year, repeating
this charm—
“Moon, moon, tell unto me
When my true love I shall see?
What fine clothes am I to wear?
How many children shall I bear?
For if my love comes not to me
Dark and dismal my life will be.”
Then the girl, cutting three pieces of clay from the sod with a
black-hafted knife, carries them home, ties them up in the left
stocking with the right garter, places the parcel under her pillow, and
dreams a true dream of the man she is to marry and of all her future
fate.