The Haunted Hour - An Anthology by Various
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May say what they please, and may do what they can;
But one things seems remarkably clear,-- They may die to-morrow, or live till next year,-- But wherever they live, or whenever they die, They'll never get quit of young Hamilton Tighe! THE SUPPER SUPERSTITION: THOMAS HOOD _A Pathetic Ballad_ "Oh flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!"--_Mercutio._ 'Twas twelve o'clock by the Chelsea chimes, When all in a hungry trim, Good Mr. Jupp sat down to sup With wife, and Kate and Jim. Said he, "Upon this dainty cod How bravely I shall sup"-- When, whiter than the tablecloth, A ghost came rising up! "O father dear, O mother dear, Dear Kate, and brother Jim-- You know when some one went to sea-- Don't cry--but I am him! "You hope some day with fond embrace To greet your lonesome Jack, |
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