As we sat around the village inn
Supping good dark ales,
We regaled ourselves with stories,
And ever taller tales.
The one about the village ghost
Intrigued us most of all,
About the way he used to sit,
Upon the village wall.
The wall was at the village end
Where the road went out of town,
And there the ghostly figure sat,
And looked out with a frown.
I left the pub one evening
And went down to the wall,
And down I sat upon the bricks,
To fool them one and all.
I saw them all on the next day
Gathered around the bar,
And told them what I did last night,
To show what fools they are.
Yes we saw you on the wall they said
Right there at the end,
But who was that sat next to you,
Was he just a friend?