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Thread #40625   Message #1897097
Posted By: Malcolm Douglas
30-Nov-06 - 09:35 PM
Thread Name: Origins: Unfortunate Miss Bailey
Subject: RE: Origins: Unfortunate Miss Bailey
'Your face looks white and mealy' originally, rather than "you can't affright me, really". Ferrara is right, of course, about "accounts must once for all close".

There was a sequel to the song (apparently written by Joseph Kertland c.1806); it appeared, for instance, in The Universal Songster (Vol I, 1832, 272) as 'Miss Bailey's Ghost'; presumably it was intended for the same tune, though it was made as a parody on 'Nobody Coming to Marry Me'. Worth quoting here, perhaps:

Miss Bailey's Ghost

The dog had ceas'd to bark,
The silver moon shone bright,
When, in the lone church-yard,
Stood poor Miss Bailey's ghost.
Oh! what will become of me?
Ah! why did I die!
Nobody coming to bury me!
Nobody coming to cry!

The first time I saw Captain Smith
I was fair, though he treated me foul,
So here tête à tête with the moon,
All night will I bellow and howl,
Oh! what can the matter be,
My own ghost in the cold must expire,
While wicked Smith, o'er his ratafie,
Is roasting his shins by the fire.

The last time I saw my deluder,
He gave me a shabby pound-note,
But I borrowed his best leather breeches,
To wear with my wooden surtout.
And its oh, to be covered in decency,
For a grave I the parson did pay,
But Captain Smith's note was a forgery,
And I was turned out of my clay.

And here I am singing my song
Till almost the dawning of day;
Come, sexton, come, spectre, come, Captain,
Will nobody take me away?
But hold, yet I've one comfort left,
Delightful to most married fair,
Though cold, and of all joy bereft,
Yet still I've the breeches to wear.

Broadside copies can be seen at   Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads:

No rest in the grave: or The second appearance of Miss Bailey's ghost / Nobody coming to bury me nobody coming to cry