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Ghoulies, Ghosties, and Giggles
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MRS. RAVOON
Old English rhyme set to music by Tom Mastin.

I climbed the clock tower 'neath the noonday sun;
'Twas midday, at least, ere my journey was done.
But the clock never sounded the last stroke of noon,
For there from the clapper swung Mrs. Ravoon.

Mrs. Ravoon, Mrs. Ravoon,
You are too much with me, late and soon.

I stole through the dungeon whilst everyone slept
Till I came to the place where the monster was kept.
There in the arms of a giant baboon,
Rigid and smiling, lay Mrs. Ravoon.

I stood by the water, so green and thick,
And I stirred at the scum with my old, withered stick,
When there rose from the depths of the limpid lagoon
The luminous body of Mrs. Ravoon.

I pulled in my line and I took my first look
At the half-eaten horror that hung from my hook.
I had dragged from the depths of that limpid lagoon
The bloated cadaver of Mrs. Ravoon.

I went to an amateur butcher I know
For the gut of a cat for my violin bow,
But I never imagined I'd pay my next tune
On the shuddering entrails of Mrs. Ravoon.

I ran through the marsh 'midst the lightning and thunder,
When a terrible flash spit the darkness asunder.
Chewing a rat's tail and mumbling a rune,
Mad in the moat, squatted Mrs. Ravoon.

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HALLOWEEN NIGHT SONG
Words by Dahlov Ipcar c 2001; No tune

My black cat cried to go out last night
And I wondered why, I wondered why,
For it was a cold October night
And the wind was high, the wind was high.

A great orange moon hung there above
The tossing trees, the tossing trees,
And through the wild and windy sky
Dark clouds raced across the moon
Swirling by, swirling by.

My black cat clawed and scratched the door
And mewed and cried, mewed and cried.
I could not believe he wished to leave
The fireside, the fireside.

But when I opened the door he ran
Swiftly out in the bitter night,
And in a flash he jumped astride
A broomstick that came sailing by,
And away did ride, away did ride.

So now I know that my black cat
Grows tired of chasing mice and rats
And wants to chase the little black bats
And owls that fly in the midnight sky.

If I were a witch on Halloween,
I'd like to fly, I'd like to fly,
Riding a broomstick way up high
Across the sky, across the sky.

With my black cat I'd take my flight
And chase the bats and owls of night
And never come back until day light

When the sun was high, when the sun was high.

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THE GREEN LADY

Now all you young fellows take heed what I tell.
A-down in the wood a Green Lady do dwell.
Her hair it is green and all green is her gown,
And she calleth to all, "Come here! Draw near!"
But she means them no good for she drinks their hearts' blood;
They never do wed, for they takes to their bed,
And they dies -they all dies at the end of the year.
All under the tree
There sits a Green Lady.

Now all you young fellows take heed what I tell.
A-down in the wood a Green Lady do dwell.
And a bush lad drew nigh with a roving eye
And she called to him, "Draw near! Come here!"
But his sweetheart she ran and caught hold of her man
And she took him away and to him she did say
"You shan't die. You shan't die at the end of the year."
All under the tree
There sits a Green Lady.

Now all you young fellows take heed what I tell.
A-down in the wood a Green Lady do dwell.
To the wood then she goes in his breeches and hose
And the Green Lady called, ""Draw near! Come here!"
But a little axe had she, hid down by her knee,
And she chopped down the tree and the Green Lady
And they died -yes they died- at the end of the year.
All under the tree
There sits a Green Lady.

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LADY ALL SKIN AND BONES

(Quietly at first.)
There was a lady all skin and bones;
And such a lady was never known.
Oh she walked out all on a day--
Yes she walked down to the church to pray.

Oh she walked up and she walked down.
And she spied a dead man on the ground.
And from his nose into his chin,
The worms crept out and the worms crept in.

(Quieter now)
She walked over to yonder style,
And there she tarried a little while.
Then she walked on up to the door,
And there she tarried a little more.

(Really quiet now)
This woman to the parson said,
"Will I be so when I am dead?"
The parson to the woman said,"
(Loud) YES!!!"

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With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm

Note: the Smothers Brothers used to sing this, and Tommy would "corrupt" the verses for comedy between Dickie and himself.  Great old folks song.

In the Tower of London large as life
The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks, they declare.
Poor Anne Boleyn was once King Henry's wife
Until he made the headsman bob her hair
Ah, yes he did her wrong long years ago
And she comes up at night to tell him so

With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the bloody tower
With her head tucked underneath her arm
At the midnight hour
She comes to haunt King Henry
She means giving him what for
Gadzooks! She's going to tell him off
She's looking very sore;
And just in case the headsman
Wants to give her an encore
She's got her head tucked underneath her arm.

With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the bloody tower
With her head tucked underneath her arm
At the midnight hour
The sentries think it's a football
And when they've had a few they shout,
"Is Army going to win?"
They think that it's Red Grange
Instead of poor old Anne Boleyn,
With her head tucked underneath her arm

Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread
For all his pals and gals, a ghostly crew
The headsman carves the joint and cuts the bread:
Then in comes Anne Boleyn to queer the do,
She holds her head up with a wild war whoop
And Henry cries, "Don't drop it in the soup!"


With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the bloody tower
With her head tucked underneath her arm
At the midnight hour
One night she caught King Henry,
He was in the canteen bar.
Said he, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Boleyn, or Catherine Parr?
For how the sweet Sam Perryham do I know who you are,
With your head tucked underneath your arm!"

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Many Thanks to "Doss" and
the MudCat forum for the Great Giggles!

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