"A Ghostly Ship"
Across the Merry Dock,
Precisely twelve o' clock
Figures appear alone,
Spirits begin to roam
They seem to float and drift,
Upon the boats and ships
They wander around,
Making somber sounds
They seem so sad,
Poor ladies and lads
If I had a hand to lend,
I surely would, to put an end
To help the fellows, who crouch and bend,
Perhaps to make, an old ghoulfriend
