Mary King's Close
Mary King’s Close
Set underneath the cobbles
Below the Royal Mile
The close is dimly lit
You can visit there awhile
Go back into the past
Explore the narrow wynds
Live the overcrowding
Get inside their minds
Look out for scurrying rats
As they scavenge to survive
A battle of the shrewd
Where rats appear to thrive
See where chamber pots were emptied
Into the streets below
Gardyloo the warning shout
The one you needed to know
Within these city walls
Is where the plague broke out
Death was more than likely
Of that there was no doubt
Many people perished
A horrible painful death
Suffocated and poisoned
To their very end breath
Not all the dead have gone
Some spirits stayed behind
It’s a fact that they are evil
Sinister, they are inclined
If your heart starts racing
Hairs rise upon your neck
A spirit may be lurking
Very slowy - - turn and check
If a spirit you do disturb
To the exit I advise
For these spirits are demonic
Heed my words and be wise
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