The Haunted Hour - An Anthology by Various
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I'm like an old Forget-Me-Not
With all the leaves torn out! "To think that on that finger-joint Another pledge should cling; O Bess! upon my very soul It struck like 'Knock and Ring.' "A ton of marble on my breast Can't hinder my return; Your conduct, ma'am, has set my blood A-boiling in its urn! "Remember, oh, remember how The marriage rite did run,-- If ever we one flesh should be 'Tis now--when I have none! "And you, Sir--once a bosom friend-- Of perjured faith convict, As ghostly toe can give no blow, Consider yourself kicked. "A hollow voice is all I have, But this I tell you plain, Marry come up! you marry, ma'am, And I'll come up again." More he had said, but chanticleer The spritely shade did shock |
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