And I WAS scared clean up into my hair.

I stared hard, fur I couldn't take my eyes away.

Then purty soon I seen if it was a ghost it must be a woman ghost.

Fur it was dressed in light-coloured clothes that moved jest a little in the breeze, and the clothes was so near the colour of the moonlight they seemed to kind of silver into it.

You would of said it had jest floated there, and was waiting fur to float away agin when the breeze blowed a little stronger, or the moon drawed it.
It didn't move fur ever so long.