From vaults below the church;
And hark! the Pirate’s spectre swears!
Oh, Psychical Research,
Cans’t thou not hear what meets my ear,
The viewless wheels that come?
The wild Banshee that wails to thee?
The Drummer with his drum?
Oh, Haunted Homes of England,
Though tenantless ye stand,
With none content to pay the rent,