Ghost Story Part the First
Mad Meg of the Moors they call her
And she’s always dressed in white
And she’s looking for a bus stop
As she wanders through the night.
You can hear her hideous mutter
Oh my lord, oh dear, good heaven
Where have they moved the stop
For the number twenty seven.
They say she was left behind
From a charabanc in 1922
Stopping for the conveniences
Then swiftly passing through.
It was a works Christmas outing
With such a disastrous end
Poor Meg sadly parted
From both family and friends
She doesn’t wander often,
Has been seen by very few,
But it signifies misfortune
For the unlucky ones who do.
The late Bertie Higgins
Said he crossed her path,
And thirty seven years later
Died violently in his bath.
Mad Meg of the Moors they call her
And she’s always dressed in white
And she’s looking for a bus stop
As she wanders through the night.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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