THE WANDERING MINSTREL’S SONG
I’ve something weird to tell you—
’Twill make you crawl and creep;
For I love to harrow up your souls
When walking in my sleep.
’Tis something most appalling—
’Twill make you shriek and yell;
But you must not breathe a sentence
Of the tale that I shall tell.
The most awful thing has happened;