Banshee's Cry

You shudder while you hear a cry; Its the spirits come to bid thee goodbye-- The Banshee's call announcing death-- Whom it plays with, whom blesseth Is not known until next days morn, When all's revealed--you've got to move on From this place of dwelling sojourn... Ere when you hear the Banshee cry; The Night-bird's weep and life's goodbye; Ere the spirits' call of death, Why dost thou not awake--why sleepest? Why stayest thou the Grim's behest? You'd better 'wake before the dawn, Before all's lost--all is gone; Hear the end before 'tis late, And act--act to better thy fate; This way maybe, you'll see this morn: Let not World be the place sojourn...