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THE GHOST, by                    
First Line: I is the ghost of stevey fizzlegig
Last Line: Chorus. Oh! Oh! Oh!
Subject(s): Ghosts; Supernatural


I IS the ghost of Stevey Fizzlegig,
If you'll believe me,
Who died for love of Sukey Swizzleswig,
It did so grieve me:
For nobody did never see,
In my life's time, that day when she
Did say, 'For Stevey Fizzlegig
I keres a single ha'penny'.
Chorus. Oh! Oh! Oh!

To Fag-lane, near the sign o' th' Morniment,
If you'll believe me,
To tell my love, oft'times, forlorn I went,
Which much did grieve me:
For there this Sukey Swizzleswig
Baked faggots, maws and hogs-feet sells,
Jest oppersite Bess Frowzy's shed,
Who in it cat's and dog's meat sells.
Chorus. Oh! Oh! Oh!

I could not work at all, through loving so,
If you'll believe me,
Yet she prefarred one they calls cussing Joe,
Which much did grieve me,
'Cause he duz treat her oftentimes,
And her out on a Sunday take;
And (though he'd better mind his work)
With her oft does St. Monday make.
Chorus. Oh! Oh! Oh!

Says I, 'Through Joe your scorn you throws at me',
If you'll believe me;
At them words she turns up her nose at me;
How that did grieve me!
But, when I sed 'I doubts he in
A sartin place oft stops a gap',
She calls me sniv'ling cull, and then
Gave each of these here chops a slap.
Chorus. Oh! Oh! Oh!

Through this, when to my room up stairs I goes,
If you'll believe me,
Says, I, 'How full of thoughts and cares I grows,
Which much does grieve me.'
And then, as I'd no chair, I fetched
My master's little darter's stool,
And cried cause Suk had sarved me so,
While I did off my garters pull.
Chorus. Oh! Oh! Oh!

First, that they wouldn't eas'ly break I tries,
If you'll believe me;
Next, one end of 'em round my neck I ties,
And that did grieve me:
The stool I then did mount, and to
A joist tied t'other end of 'em,
Then kicked the stool away, and swung
Like our cuckoo-clock pendulum.
Chorus. Oh! Oh! Oh!

E'en when intarred she called me snotty fool,
If you'll believe me,
Because my love was fur too hot to cool,
And which did grieve me:
But, as I knows they're in the dark
In Suk's back room, I'll whiz through air,
And in revenge I'll frighten 'em
Until they sweat, nay, p_____, through fear.
Chorus. Oh! Oh! Oh!





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