We're crossing the marshes
midnight approaches
a will-o-the-wisp dances before us,
the horses are neighing
the hounds are a-baying
the hinky punk gleefully lures us.
A soft misty moonlight
flirts with the ghost light
as the foolish fire precedes us,
our hearts are a-pounding
the death knell is sounding
for 'tis Jack O'Lantern as guides us.
Hold fast to the path now
set foot with great care now
for that Friar's Lantern will cheat us,
oh, speak soft to the horses
and deny spirit forces
a bright dawns awaiting to greet us.
