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SONG- SIR RODERIC MURGATROYD

When the night wind howls

in the chimney cowls,

and the bat in the moonlight flies,

And inky clouds,

like funeral shrouds,

sail over the midnight skies —

When the footpads quail

at the night-bird's wail,

and black dogs bay at the moon,

Then is the spectres' holiday —

then is the ghosts' high-noon!

Ha! ha!

Then is the ghosts' high-noon!

As the sob of the breeze

sweeps over the trees,

and the mists lie low on the fen,

From grey tomb-stones

are gathered the bones

that once were women and men,

And away they go,

with a mop and a mow,

to the revel that ends too soon,

For cockcrow limits our holiday —

the dead of the night’s high-noon!

Ha! ha!

The dead of the night’s high-noon!

And then each ghost

with his ladye-toast

to their churchyard beds take flight,

With a kiss, perhaps,

on her lantern chaps,

and a grisly grim «good-night»;

Till the welcome knell

of the midnight bell

rings forth its jolliest tune,

And ushers in our next high holiday —

the dead of the night’s high-noon!

Ha! ha!

The dead of the night’s high-noon! Ha! ha! ha! ha!

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