.I remember as a laddie, I would get an awful fright
When me mother used to tell me of the bog.
I remember oh so clearly I was scared to death at night
When I used to see it covered up in fog.
For the ghosties and the ghoulies
Go out hunting on the moor>
And they neither dance .
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