Lady Christmas on the Moor
You have heard of Father Christmas, even Mrs Christmas his alleged wife… but you will not have heard of Lady Christmas… for …
You have heard of Father Christmas, even Mrs Christmas his alleged wife… but you will not have heard of Lady Christmas… for …
Willie was drinking – as he always does – all day in the bar He saw a fine looking girl eyeing him …
She walks its halls within its walls Red rose in ghostly hands The rent to be paid when grant was made Of …
A boy, an errand, and a bucket of beer … A drain, a death, and now a ghost does appear … A …
ghost tale from Tullamore retold in verse, first told by Walter Burke, former leasee of the bar in the Tullamore Dew Heritage …
I hear the cries of sorrow in the cold night air I know not if they come for here ! or there? …