I knew that a Banshee always howled, whilst a Goblin might but yawn,
I also knew that a Poltergeist was not a Leprechaun,
But the Psychicals, I'm bound to say, had me on "buttered toastes"
With the wonderful changes which they rang on the good old Churchyard "Ghostes."
Chorus.
Some of their Ghosts were sages, some of them seemed sheer noddies;
Some of the same like a "Wandering Flame," and others as "Astral Bodies."
Some of theirs croaked "Ha! ha!" some of them chuckled "Ho! ho!"
And I got so sad, I was heartily glad when I found it was time to go.
I dropped into the "Rose and Crown," a highly respectable tavern,