I think we are in Rat’s Alley
Where the dead men roll their bones.
What is that noise? A rat i’ the arras?
Sh! Sh-h! Sh-h-h! Sh-h-h-h!
At my back in a cold blast I hear 90
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
In days of old when nights were cold
And the world was too much with us
Late and soon
He rattled his bones on the alley-stones,