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C J Dennis - Ghost That Wouldn`t Lie Still
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Once have we bashed him on the head;
   Twice have we stabbed him deep;
Thrice have we left him there for dead
   And yet he will not sleep;
But rise up from out his grave
   To gibber and repine
And generally misbehave
By raving as lost spirits rave:
   "Oh, Body-Bodyline!"
 
We`ve sneaked on him at dead of night
   And bashed his grinning face
And flung him down and rammed him tight
   Into his resting place.
We`ve tied a weight about his neck
   And cast him to the brine;
But, lo, next day, he`s back on deck,
Like some damp victim of a wreck,
   To babble, "Bodyline!"
 
We`ve exorcised him with due rite
   Of candle, book and bell;
But back he toddled in the night
   His sad tale to re-tell.
His grizly mien, when he appears,
   Sends shivers down our spine
And wakes our superstitious fears
What time he blubbers thro` his tears,
   "Pity poor Bodyline!"
 
Alas!  he can not die, poor bloke,
   And cease from haunting us
Les England, with a single stroke,
   Gives him his quietus.
Then at the bleak crossroads shall we,
   When ne`er a moon doth shine,
Inter his bones triumphantly
And write above, with savage glee:
   "Hic jacet Bodyline."
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