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He muses, sleeps, and dreams that he Nine mortal ghosts at once can see, Some tall, some short, some stout, some slim, And all with sticks, approaching him;
 * They strike, and loud doth bold Crump scream,
 * And wakes to find it was a dream;
 * His wife calls out, "Why, Crump, 's that you?
 * Come up to bed, you stupid, do!"

But part, from out the old church tower, The clock tells forth the midnight hour:
 * 'Tis twelve o'clock,

Which hearing, Anthony did start, And 'gainst his ribs his noble heart
 * Did bump and knock:

As to the door his neighbours came, Calling the valiant Crump by name;
 * "'Tis time for starting!"

List to that wild exulting shout! The noble Anthony turns out;
 * And now they're parting.

Said Anthony, "My valued friends, Howe'er this night's adventure ends,
 * Which perhaps may sever

Myself and you for evermore, You will not follow, I implore;"
 * They all said, "Never!"