A Ghostly Tale..............

Once I used to stay in this fine Tenement

Worked hard for my silver for food and for rent

Times were hard and oft I was low

I worked you see, for the Darien Co.

But I look around now at how things once were

The press, the tapestry and fine oak carved chair

I remember too clearly at how I was feeling

When downstairs the wifie would bang on the ceiling

"Keep the noise doon, it's time ye were off

Ah've four hungry weans and yer spoilin' the broth"

Upstairs the judge lived with his lady wife

And he was the one who ended my life.

I robbed and I stole from the Darien Co

The company folded with nothing to show

In court the Judge told me, "Sir, you're a wreck,

You deserve to be flogged and then hung by the neck"

And so my life ended and I'm back to lament,

My life and my death in this fine Tenement. *

* Thanks to my sister Valerie for the prose X