Did a Spirit Knock On Rossbawns Walls
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Did a Spirit Knock
On Rossbawn's Walls?
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The story is told that an agent was slain
By a tenant called Delaney who on the run did die
In caves upon Sliabh Blooms wild hills
Many many years gone by.
To his house, outside a window he eat till he was full
And should the Yeomanry or Constabulary be seen
To him was thrown a ball of wool.
That window would be left be
Whatever was changes, the window remained
As through it the signal was given to flee.
And a new woman in the house she came
Was for changing this and altering that
As women leave little the same!!!
As the lady's heart it did desire
But permission to alter this window was denied
This her husband did deny her.
By a wife skeptical of the superstitions of her man
And bay slowly kept the years
Once more ask to change it she began.
And she thought it a great shame
A door to a to the back garden great there would look
The window would be broken out to make the frame
Over the years: not to be denied was she
Until her man having put up the good fight
Gave in and did to alterations agree.
All was quiet outside in the dark
Children asleep upstairs in bed
Not even the family dog did bark.
Waiting for the homecoming of her man
From a night playing cards in the local pub:
When a hammering on the walls began!!!
For five to ten seconds at least
And startled the woman she jumped from her chair
Thinking that broken from a field had a beast.
And in it was farily wild cattle
And all beasts see a fence as something to get through
And she assumed one of these made the walls rattle
She found no cattle there
And she was fleet on foot and quick
When she race outside from her chair.
And of it thought nothing
And went back to watching the TV
And the incident was forgotten
Unperturbed, the fields and fence he said he'd check out
He found all was as it should be
As through his yard and garden he went about.
Leave the window be, he said
Delaney's not happy I agreed to your change
Its not good to anger the dead.
A series of thumps on the wall
A message from the dead by some it is said
That they to the living do call.
A year or so at least
She was not as skeptical of superstitions as before
And the strange knocks on the wall, they ceased.
The window to a door in time they did change
And their are no reports (or she wont admit!!!)
Of anymore knocks so strange.
Angered at the windows change that was his life line before he did die
When throw through it was a ball of wool
Warning the constabulary was coming for the killing of the agent Ely...
<Deleted User> (4235)
Sun 2nd Aug 2009 19:09
This was an interesting story wrapped up in the arms of poetry, and I should have guessed that it was true. Haunting tales such as this usually do hold a grain of truth.