A Ghostly Ballad
Music And Lyrics By Elizabeth Hough Sechrist (circa 1936)
Deep
in a wood, an old hut stood, where lived a hermit all alone. Now time
had brought, this old man naught. He lived on bits of bread and bone.
Oo-oo-oo!
One night he walked
where ghosts oft stalked, upon the crest of wooded hill. The chill
winds moaned and sighed and groaned. The night was dark and darkly
still. Oo-oo-oo!
He reached the top
and there did stop, to rest upon an old, dead tree. With weird, wild
cries, before his eyes, appeared a ghost, plain as could be. Oo-oo-oo!
From where he sat,
cried, "What is that? Ye ghastly ghost, get gone beldame!" The ghost
began to clutch his hand and whispered, "You are MINE!" Oo-oo-oo!
(Wicked laugh)
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