Says he, "I am a handsome man, but I'm a gay deceiver."
His candle just at twelve o'clock began to burn quite palely,
A ghost stepp'd up to his bed-side and said, "Behold miss Bailey!"
Oh miss Bailey! unfortunate miss Bailey!
"Avaunt, miss Bailey," then he cried, "your face looks white and mealy."
"Dear captain Smith," the ghost replied, "you've used me ungenteely;
The crowner's 'quest goes hard with me, because I've acted frailly,
And Parson Biggs won't bury me, though I am dead miss Bailey."
Oh miss Bailey! unfortunate miss Bailey!
"Dear corpse," said he, "since you and I, accounts must once for all close,