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 One morning in her garters: His wicked conscience smited him; He lost his stomach daily; He took to drinking ratifia And thought upon Miss Bailey. oh, Miss Bailey, unfortunate Miss Bailey!

one night; betimes he went to bed, For he had caught a fever, Says he I am a handsome man, But I am a gay deceiver. His candle, just at twelve o'clock, Began to burn quite palely; A ghost stepp'd up to his bedside, And said Behold Miss Bailey, &c.

Avaunt, Miss Bailey, then he cry'd, Your face looks white and mealy; Dear Captain Smith, the ghost reply'd, You've used me ungenteely; The coroner's quest goes hard with me, Because I've acted fraily; And parson Biggs won't bury me, Though I am dead Miss Bailey, &c.

Poor ghost, says he, since you and I Accounts must once and all close, I have got a one pound note In my regimental small clothes, Will the sexton for your grave. The ghost then vanish'd gaily, Crying, Bless you, wicked Captain Smith, Remember poor Miss Bailey, &c.