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THE TOWER GHOST There's a house in old San Francisco, That has a tower with blue-painted windows, And at night, as the fog rolls in off the bay, And the dishes from supper are washed and away, We sit in the parlor till twenty past ten, And wait for the sounds of the night to begin, For the sounds of the night to begin. (Chorus:) The neighbors all tell the same story, Of a man who was hanged in the tower. Though no one was there at the scene of his death, They do know the time that he breathed his last breath, And I don't need to tell you, for I'm certain you've guessed! Twenty past ten was the hour, That he hanged himself in the tower. First comes a thud, and then comes a bump, And then, sounds of footsteps that scramble and jump. We hear floorboards creaking, and right overhead, Comes a scratching of fingers from under the bed, So we rush to the stairway and turn on the light, And the noises all stop for the rest of the night. They're gone for the rest of the night. (Chorus) On Sunday, and Monday, and Tuesday, he came. On Wednesday and Thursday, it all was the same. The fingernails scratching, the thuds and the bumps, The floorboards a-creaking, the scrambles and jumps, Till I finally decided to take it no more. I did something I'd not done before, When I could finally stand it no more. (Chorus) On Friday, I waited for the ghost to come in, And when he arrived at twenty past ten, I rushed to the window and opened it wide, And, sticking my head through, I looked right outside, And, suddenly, came face-to-face with the ghost! I don't know who was frightened the most, Was it me, or was it the ghost? (Chorus) There's a house in old San Francisco, That has a tower with blue-painted windows; And each night on the roof-top, by the light of the moon, Comes a ghostly . . . ghastly . . . Raccoon! @ghost @animal filename[ TOWRGHST XX |
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