I met Stanley as a storyteller, maybe 15 years ago - a man who not only could tell you how to tell if a person was a ghost or not, but could also tell you if they were a good ghost or a bad ghost. Stanley told us The Wee Doo and predicted none of us present would ever forget the song - words or tune. Here it is from memory:

Me mammy kilt me; me daddie et me;
Me sister Mary picket ma banes,
an' buried me 'neath twa marble stanes;
And I grew and I grew intil a bonny wee doo-doo

Is that right? Forgive the spelling. I've still got the tune, cherished all these years...

A fond farewell to a truly great man.

Sedayne.