An' freeten'd sum out o' thir wits,
He freeten'd the parson as weel as the clark,
An' lots beside them into fits.
The poor aud man wha teak the towl
At Collingham bar for monny a year,
He dursn't cum out to opp'n his yat
For fear the ghost sud be near.
He teak to his bed an' there he laid,
For monny a neet an' day;
His yat was aulas wide opp'n thrown,