The GHOST, the GALLANT, the GAEL, & the GOBLIN 'ER unreclaimed suburban clays An eiderly ghost of easy ways, The ghost was a sombre spectral shape, The goblin imp, a lithe young ape, A fine low-comedy bogy. And as they exercised their joints, They talked on several curious And raised this delicate question : "Which of us two is Number One The ghostie, or the And o'er the point they raised in fun They fairly fell a-squabblin'. They'd barely speak, and each, in fine, "The Quaint against the Statuesque" — The goblin backed the Quaint Grotesque, 66 66 Now," said the goblin, here's my In attitude commanding, "The very fittest man on earth Of gentle, p'r'aps of noble birth, Now wrap yourself within your shroud Observe - you'll hear him scream aloud When I begin appearing!" His dauntless victim looked and smiled For hours he tried to daunt the youth, For weeks the stripling stood and smiled The sombre ghost exclaimed, "Your plan "These are the men who chase the roe, Of such as he, the men sublime Who lead their troops victorious, Whose deeds go down to after-time Enshrined in annals glorious! "Of such as he the bard has said Hech thrawfu' raltie rorkie ! Wi' thecht ta' croonie clapperhead And fash' wi' unco pawkie !' He'll faint away when I appear Upon his native heather; Or p'r'aps he 'll only scream with fear, The spectre showed himself, alone, groan and dismal Withstood all ghostly harrying, His fingers closed upon the snuff Which upwards he was carrying. For days that ghost declined to stir, For several years the ghostly twain But all their efforts are in vain, Their victims stand undaunted. |