When thunder blasts the firmament
And foul clouds pall the stars
And fitful moon peers through the trees
As if through prison bars,
Where roads are lone
And ways are dark
There Bill's bare bones
Go walking stark.
Springing from an abandoned lane
Through a dense wood's blasted boles
Under a rusty ruinous bridge
Green pestilent water rolls.
Under that span
Her coffin sank
And so Marie
Goes walking dank.
And sometimes, at the worst of times
When ill stars rule the skies
And awful omens stalk abroad
And the night air's full of cries,
Bill and Marie
At times will meet
To dance till dawn
On bony feet.
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