A wildly, weirdly, wailing note
To set one's blood a-freezing;
A compound 'twixt nocturnal cats,
And wheels which want a-greasing—
For A. McDougal—ah! how sad—
Her heartlessness had driven mad.
And Tooting Common, now, at night
None cross but the undaunted,
For people, living thereabout,
Declare the place is haunted