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Ghost story V


Mad Meg of the Moors they call her
And she's always dressed in white
And she's looking for a bus stop
As she wanders through the night.

There's an air up ont' Top Moor Top
It's an almost tangible thing
It doesn't seem so dark and dank
And birds have begun to sing
Mad Meg has not been sighted
For so long folk have started to say
Perhaps the curse has gone at last
And Mad Meg has slipped away.
It's just not true of course
Mad Meg has fallen in love
Struck by those powerful emotions
Like lightning from above
She was wandering her normal route
With her usual moaning wail
When she ran into Heathcliffe
And heard his haunting tale
Now they happily wander together
Always hand in hand
Frolicking and loving and laughing
Oe'er this once haunted land
He's told her all about his Cathy
And she's admitted to him
About a back seat bus occurrence
With a factory lad named Jim
She loves his dark brooding looks
He loves her meek and mild demeanor
Thinks our Megs a bit of a cracker
So glad at last he's  seen her

Mad Meg of the Moors they called her
She's now  more becomingly dressed in white
Shes no time to look for bus stops
Too busy loving Heathcliffe  every night









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