Gamkeepers com wi' dogs an' guns,
Thinking it was some comical beast;
An' they wad aither kill him or catch him,
Or drive him awa at least.
Sea into Lady wood right they went
Yah beautiful meenleet neet;
A lot o' great men an' a lot o' ruff dogs,
Enew a poor ghost to eat.
They watid lang—the ghost didn't come,
They began to laff an' rail,—