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No. 20 - Song - The Squire - "Bogeys."
| Squire: | The wind is moaning drearily, The night has spread her shroud, Beware the band of bogeys in the dark. The doors are creaking eerily, The casements cry aloud, Beware the band of bogeys in the dark. The shadows gather in apace, the bats are flying low, And through the shatter'd window panes there gleams a wicked glow, And here are there a fearul form is flitting to and fro. Beware the band of bogeys in the dark. Bogeys! Bogeys! See them in the shadows lurk; And watch them from beneath the tables peeping, And warily on tip-toe creeping. Bogeys, Bogeys, See them at their evil work, Such fearful sounds in ev'ry empty room, Fearful faces in the gloom. |
| Chorus: | Bogeys, Bogeys, See them in the shadows lurk; And watch them from beneath the tables peeping, And warily on tip-toe creeping. Bogeys, Bogeys, See them at their evil work, Such fearful sounds in ev'ry empty room, Fearful faces in the gloom. |
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