Friday, June 8, 2012

The Blue House: A True Story

It was the blue 'ouse on the corner, what done it.
I ain't one to tell no stories, but you can ask
Davey and Tam and Ronny, they seen it too.

The night was cold and clammy, like tonight.  That 'ouse was
groanin' something fierce and awful.  I once 'eard my gran groanin' cos
her bones ached, and it sounded like that.  Jest like that.

I don't think the kids 'ad a chance, no they din't.  Davey and Tam and Ronny and
I were lookin' for cats.  The sailors buy 'em to catch the mice on their
fine ships - two pence a piece, even!

And we saw them over the wall, all starin' like. 
They weren't movin' none, just starin' into them dark, dark windows.
Then they went in, one by one, like a line of ants.
I didn't hear nothin' but the groanin' of the 'ouse.

And they were never seen again. 

Their mams cried for weeks, and the men looked for them all
over the town, but no one
ever found them, no' hair nor hide.

But I know it was the blue 'ouse that done it. 
That 'ouse is alive, with its groanin' and grumblin' and old bones creakin'.
You don't believe me?
Go to it when the night is cold and clammy,
but make sure to stand behind the wall!

Look into its windows,
Listen to it talk.
You'll see it.  You'll hear it.
And then you'll know.
Just ask Davey and Tam and Ronny.
They seen it too.
That blue 'ouse on the corner.

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