| A captain bold in Halifax, who dwelt in country quarters, seduced a maid who
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| hung herself one Monday in her garters
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| His wicked conscience smitted him
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| He lost his stomach daily
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| He took to drinking ratafia and tho’t upon Miss Bailey
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| Oh, Miss Bailey! |
| Unfortunate, Miss Bailey!
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| One night betimes he went to bed for he had caught the fever. |
| Said he, «I am a handsome man and I’m a gay deceiver.»
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| His candle just a twelve o’clock began to burn quite palely
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| A ghost stepped up to his bedside and said, «Behold, Miss Bailey!»
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| Oh, Miss Bailey! |
| Unfortunate, Miss Bailey!
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| «Avast, Miss Bailey,» then he cried, «you can’t affright me, really.
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| ««Dear Captain Smith,» the ghost replied, «you used me ungenteelly
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| The coroner’s quest goes hard with me because I’ve acted freely and Parson
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| Biggs won’t bury me tho' I’m a dead Miss Bailey.»
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| Oh, Miss Bailey! |
| Unfortunate, Miss Bailey!
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| «Dear Ma’am,» says he, «since you and I must once for all accounts close,
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| I have a one pound note in my regimental small clothes
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| 'Twill bribe the sexton for your grave.» |
| The ghost then answered gaily, «Bless you, wicked Captain Smith, remember poor Miss Bailey!»
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| Oh, Miss Bailey! |
| Unfortunate, Miss Bailey!
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| «All's well that ends well, I suppose.» |