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‘Twas one enchanted evening,

when silv’ry Moon was new,

I tripped upon your flowing robes

and promptly lost my shoe.

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It tumbled down the hillside,

completely out of sight.

My pretty sapphire slipper was

soon lost in darkest night.

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‘Do not despair, bewitching lass,

I’ll bring it back to thee!’

These words you spoke so ardently,

a lover’s oath to me.

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I thrilled at your devotion

to my bare naked foot.

You slipped it temporarily

in your own welly boot.

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And off you dashed gallantly,

in welly boot and sock.

But you tripped, too, and hit your head,

upon a jagged rock!

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‘Do not despair, bewitching lass,

I’ll bring it back to thee!’

I had not known that loving phrase

would be your last to me!

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I wept beside your body,

upon that cursed hill.

Your perfect face and beefy arms

My heart no more would thrill.

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And on the day I buried,

the one I loved so dear,

I came in welly boot and sock,

(Your mother thought it queer).

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‘Do not despair, bewitching lass,

I’ll bring it back to thee!’

Ran through my head as your mum aimed

a Killing curse at me.

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Her aim was true and steady,

I fell upon the ground.

I landed in the pile of earth

Beside your burial mound.

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You’d think I would be happy,

existing as a ghost.

For with me now forever more,

is one I love the most.

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‘Do not despair, bewitching lass,

For you are now with me.

And we shall haunt that cursed hill

For all eternity!’

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I think I shall not tell him,

the reason for my gloom.

I saw his mother hauled away

for bringing me my doom!

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So, winningly I smile at

my pearly see-through man.

He’ll never hear from me his mum

will rot in Azkaban!

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