The Haunted Hour - An Anthology by Various
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But from her grave, in Mary-Bone,
They've come and boned your Mary. "The arm that used to take your arm Is took to Doctor Vyse; And both my legs are gone to walk The hospital at Guy's. "I vowed that you should have my hand, But Fate gives us denial; You'll find it there, at Doctor Bell's, In spirits and a phial. "As for my feet, the little feet You used to find so pretty, There's one, I know, in Bedford Row, The T'other's in the City. "I can't tell where my head is gone, But Doctor Carpue can; As for my trunk, it's all packed up To go by Pickford's van. "I wish you'd go to Mr. P., And save me such a ride; I don't half like the outside place They've took for my inside. "The cock it crows--I must be gone! My William, we must part! |
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