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The joy of the natives was past all belief; The tidings they heard gave them perfect relief; The ghost was a COW! and, Oh! glorious reality! No phamtomphantom [sic] infested that charming locality.
 * But they'll never have done.
 * Who in earnest, or fun

Still chaff Crump with "There 's footsteps; now, Anthony, run!"

, if ever you hear of a ghost, (And nursemaids and imbeciles talk 'bout them most), Nip such stories at once in the bud, for you'll find They lay terrible hold on the juvenile mind; Nor, when they get older, can Reason quite clear The brain of the poison thus planted by Fear; And 'tis strange with what fondness the memory clings To the morbid enjoyment of unexplained things.


 * Then, if true, as folks talk,
 * That a ghost can but ,
 * One has only to bun,
 * Their intention to balk;
 * While there's not upon record,
 * (For all they assert),
 * The name of one person
 * A ghost ever hurt!