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 For days that ghost declined to stir,
 * A foggy shapeless giant—

For weeks that splendid officer
 * Stared back again defiant!

Just as the Englishman returned
 * The goblin's vulgar staring,

Just so the Scotchman boldly spurned
 * The ghost's unmannered scaring.

For several years the ghostly twain
 * These Britons bold have haunted,

But all their efforts are in vain
 * Their victims stand undaunted,

This very day the imp, and ghost,
 * Whose powers the imp derided,

Stand each at his allotted post—
 * The bet is undecided.

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