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THE HAUNTED HOUSE
His body's dust and ashes,
And he hasn't got no money;
He clambers in through the window-sashes
And squeaks like a tortured bunny;
He hides in the flapping curtain,
And he shouts in the singing flame;
He's a nuisance in anyone's house, that's certain,
But I don't know what's his name.
And he hasn't got no money;
He clambers in through the window-sashes
And squeaks like a tortured bunny;
He hides in the flapping curtain,
And he shouts in the singing flame;
He's a nuisance in anyone's house, that's certain,
But I don't know what's his name.
When I go and get my candle,
And crawl up to bed at night,
He groans when I turn the parlour handle,
And whisks up the stair in white.
I can't tell you what he's after,
Or what is his little game;
I've had many a fright from his distant laughter,
But I don't know what's his name.
And crawl up to bed at night,
He groans when I turn the parlour handle,
And whisks up the stair in white.
I can't tell you what he's after,
Or what is his little game;
I've had many a fright from his distant laughter,
But I don't know what's his name.
Is he solid or merely vapour?
I think he's a blooming ghost.
I wish I could pack him in strong brown paper
And send him away by post.
My life is a burden to me,
I think it's a horrid shame.
The screams of that bogey they go right through me,
But I don't know what's his name.
I think he's a blooming ghost.
I wish I could pack him in strong brown paper
And send him away by post.
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I think it's a horrid shame.
The screams of that bogey they go right through me,
But I don't know what's his name.
Question: What's his name?
Word: Ashes.
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