<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=94795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Haunting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sit down on that stool hear the cant of a fool<br>And a strange tale Ill impart to ye<br>Of a time that I lived at the buff of a hill<br>neath the burial chambers you see<br>One saturday night I got up on my bike<br>To go to a dance in the town<br>I set off at seven to be there at eleven<br>No thought of the rain coming down<br>As I pushed up the hill the rain started to spill<br>So for shelter I had to resort<br>Helter skelter I went as downhill I sped<br>To the trees at the old fairy fort<br>I pulled up my bike be a tree in the gripe<br>To find shelter out of the storm<br>The rain it came down and like stones beat the ground<br>But it was grand to be dry in that storm<br>I was dreaming away about better days<br>When a voice it says dirty ould night<br>I fell over me bike I got such a fright<br>When the ghostly voice bid me the night<br>I jumped up with a start gave the storm not a thought<br>As the hail beat a rhythm on me<br>And I stared at the tree that had spoken to me<br>Not a body was there I could see<br>The voice I had heard not another word said<br>As the hair on the head stood on me<br>And I said an our father as I peddled much faster<br>Away from that ghost haunted tree<br>For weeks and weeks after with nerves a disaster<br>Nowhere near that road would I go<br>And from dusk through the night I would shake with the fright<br>Of the tree that had haunted me so<br>Now whenever I go to a dance in the town<br>I make sure not to stop on the way<br>To be there for eleven I still leave at seven<br>But I go by a different way</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Pogues - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=94795" data-title="Haunting" data-description="Sit down on that stool hear the cant of a fool And a strange tale Ill impart to ye Of a time that I lived at the buff of a hill neath the burial chambers you see One saturday night I got up on my bike To go to a dance in the town I set off at seve..."></div> </div> </div>

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