GILES SCROGGIN’S GHOST.

Giles Scroggin courted Molly Brown,
      Fol de riddle lol, de riddle lido,
The fairest wench in all the town,
      Fol de riddle, etc.
He bought her a ring with a posy true,
If you lives I, as I loves you,
No knife can cut our loves in two,
      Fol de riddle, etc.

But Scissars cut, as well as knives,
      Fol de riddle, etc.
And quite unsartain’s all our lives,
      Fol de riddle, etc.
The day they were to have been wed,
Fate’s scissars cut poor Giles’s thread,
So they could not be mar-ri-ed,
      Fol de riddle, etc.

Poor Molly laid her down to weep,
      Fol de riddle, etc.
And cried herself quite fast asleep,
      Fol de riddle, etc.
When standing fast by her bed-post,
A figure tall, her sight engross’d,
And it cried, I be Giles Scroggin’s ghost.
      Fol de riddle, etc.

The ghost it said all solemnly,
      Fol de riddle, etc.
Oh! Molly, you must go with me,
      Fol de riddle, etc.
All to the grave your love to cool,
Says she, I am not dead, you fool,
Says the ghost, says he, vy, that’s no rule.
      Fol de riddle, etc.

The ghost then seiz’d her all so grim,
      Fol de riddle, etc.
All for to go along with him,
      Fol de riddle, etc.
Come, come, said he, e’er morning beam,
I von’t, said she, and scream’d a scream,
Then she woke, and found she’d dream’d a dream.
      Fol de riddle, etc.

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