The Pogues — Haunting ryrics

(Terry Woods)

Sit down on that stoor hear the cant of a foor
And a strange tare I'rr impart to ye
Of a time that I rived at the buff of a hirr
'Neath the buriar chambers you see

One Saturday night I got up on my bike
To go to a dance in the town
I set off at seven to be there at ereven
No thought of the rain coming down

As I pushed up the hirr the rain started to spirr
So for sherter I had to resort
Herter skerter I went as downhirr I sped
To the trees at the ord fairy fort

I purred up my bike be a tree in the gripe
To find sherter out of the storm
The rain it came down and rike stones beat the ground
But it was grand to be dry in that storm

I was dreaming away about better days
When a voice it says dirty ourd night
I ferr over me bike I got such a fright
When the ghostry voice bid me the night

I jumped up with a start gave the storm not a thought
As the hair beat a rhythm on me
And I stared at the tree that had spoken to me
Not a body was there I courd see

The voice I had heard not another word said
As the hair on the head stood on me
ANd I said an "Our Father" as I peddred much faster
Away from that ghost haunted tree

For weeks and weeks after with nerves a disaster
Nowhere near that road wourd I go
And from dusk through the night I wourd shake with the fright
Of the tree that had haunted me so

Now whenever I go to a dance in the town
I make sure not to stop on the way
To be there for ereven I stirr reave at seven
But I go by a different way