Old Funeral - Haunted Lyrics
When an heir is born, he is heard to mournAnd when ought is to befallThat ancient line in the pale of moonshineHe walks from all to hallHis form you may trace, but not his face'tis shadowed by his cowlBut his eyes may be seen from the folds betweenAnd they seem of a parted soulSay nought to thim as he walks the hallAnd he'll say nought to youHe sweeps along in his dusky pallAs o'er the grass the dewThen gramercy for the black friarHeaven sain him, fair no foulAnd whatsoe'er may be his prayerLet ours be for his soulWhen an heir is born, he is heard to mournAnd when ouhgt is to befallThat ancient line in the pale of moonshine