By the Rev. Canon Jackson F.S.A. 



Air. — William and Margaret. 

 T'was at that time when Morpheus reign'd, 



And Screech Owls take their flight ; 

 When injur'd Spectres walk the earth. 



The guilty to affright. 

 The clock had told the midnight hour, 



"When wrapt in winding sheet. 

 In glided Ay life's grimly Ghost 



And stood at Reynard's feet; 

 His face was like a Barber's block 



When newly powder'd o'er ; 

 And round his neck, for solitaire, 



A hempen string he wore. 

 Stretched out upon his bed of down, 



The drowsy Statesman lay ; 

 In dreams revolving future schemes 



His country to betray. 

 Three times the angry airy form, 



The curtains hard did shake ; 

 And three times cry'd in hollow tone, 



Awake ! Awake ! Awake ! 

 This unexpected awful sound 



Soon reach'd the Villain's ear ; 

 Then like stern Richard in his tent 



He started, pale with fear. 

 <{ Hah ! what, or who, or whence art thou 



That thus offend'st my sight ? 

 Art ihou corporeal, quickly say, 



Or visionary sprite ? " 

 " Behold (returned the throttled shade) 



A face you well must know ; 

 By thee condemn'd to die with shame, 



And suffer pains below. 

 What tho' I forg'd that fatal scrowl, 



I only cheated you ; 

 But King and Country you have wrongM ; 



What will not Traitors do ? 



