But I’ll take my oath she has told it to me.
* * * * *
And the worsted night-cap the Baron wore,
And his flannel hose were seen no more,
And instead of the pillow as soft as his head,
A coffin was placed at the foot of the bed;
And dead men’s bones go dancing about,
And skeleton’s guzzle a bottle of stout,
Drained from a toper that died of the gout.
And lights are seen in the midst of the room,