It cried, “I be Giles Scroggin’s ghost,”
Fol de riddle, etc.
The ghost it said all solemnly,
“Oh! Molly, you must go with I,
Fol de riddle, etc.
All to the grave your love to cool.”
Says she, “Why, I’m not dead, you fool,”
Says the ghost, says he, “Vy, that’s no rule.”
Fol de riddle, etc.
The ghost then seized her all so grim,