{"id":545,"date":"2013-09-10T02:57:05","date_gmt":"2013-09-10T02:57:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=545"},"modified":"2014-09-10T02:58:56","modified_gmt":"2014-09-10T02:58:56","slug":"dead-souls-and-black-dogs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/dead-souls-and-black-dogs\/","title":{"rendered":"Dead Souls And Black Dogs"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"style3\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: small;\">The little old lady had lived for long,<br \/>\nShe was great of age<br \/>\nAnd the time was coming along<br \/>\nFor her to exit life&#8217;s stage<br \/>\nBut there were those who dwelt beside her<br \/>\nThat strange things of her said<br \/>\nShe had contact with the other world<br \/>\nAnd that strange prayers she made<br \/>\nSome they were of her afraid<br \/>\nAnd were not afraid to say<br \/>\nThat when she was dead<br \/>\nIt would not be a bad day.<br \/>\nAnd so the illness struck<br \/>\nAnd slowly she got more weak<br \/>\nAnd by her her neighbours stuck<br \/>\nAnd failed bad of her to speak<br \/>\nFor tis bad ill to speak of the dying<br \/>\nAnd of those that are past and gone<br \/>\nSo to pray and think good they were trying<br \/>\nThough they fooled no one.<br \/>\nThey were gathered in the bedroom<br \/>\nMore in the living room too<br \/>\nThere was but two for a broom<br \/>\nFor large houses they were few.<br \/>\nAnd the toilet it was outside<br \/>\nWater was drawn from a well<br \/>\nAs was normal for the times standards applied<br \/>\nAs many old people will tell.<br \/>\nAnd the chatter of the neighbours<br \/>\nAs the woman drew her last breath<br \/>\nWas silenced as from her room<br \/>\nCame a shout at her moment of death,<br \/>\nAnd of a sudden, out the door<br \/>\nA big black dog fled<br \/>\nSnarling, racing across the floor<br \/>\nThe spirit of the woman, now dead!<br \/>\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTwas Satan himself\u00e2\u0080\u009d more say<br \/>\nCame to take her soul to Hell<br \/>\nAnd to their knees to pray<br \/>\nIn unison, they fell.<br \/>\nThose near the door outside raced fast<br \/>\nTo the yard where the beast had been<br \/>\nAnd light twas good though evening was past:<br \/>\nThere was no dog to be seen.<br \/>\nIf this is all true I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know<br \/>\nBut to tell it I never fail<br \/>\nFor when there is conversation in flow<br \/>\nIt sure makes a damn good tale!<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The little old lady had lived for long, She was great of age And the time was coming along For her to exit life&#8217;s stage But there were those who dwelt beside her That strange things of her said She had contact with the other world And that strange prayers &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[22,77,23],"tags":[78,800,801],"class_list":["post-545","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family-stories","category-ghost-stories","category-north-longford","tag-ghost-story","tag-puka-pooka","tag-spirit","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-8N","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":549,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/old-clonbroney\/","url_meta":{"origin":545,"position":0},"title":"Old Clonbroney","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"13th September 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"This is a ghost story told to me by my mother, from her grandparents, either Kiernans Mill or Treacys. The roadway mentioned may have led onto the roads that lead to Old Clonbroney, or it may have led to a back wall, Im unsure. One night dark walking along A\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Family Stories&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Family Stories","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/family-stories\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Old Clonbroney - the graveyard in the poem. 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The tales\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Folklore and Legend&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Folklore and Legend","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/folklore-and-legend\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.celtichosting.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Aughagreagh.jpg?resize=350%2C200&ssl=1","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.celtichosting.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Aughagreagh.jpg?resize=350%2C200&ssl=1 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.celtichosting.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Aughagreagh.jpg?resize=525%2C300&ssl=1 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.celtichosting.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Aughagreagh.jpg?resize=700%2C400&ssl=1 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.celtichosting.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Aughagreagh.jpg?resize=1050%2C600&ssl=1 3x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.celtichosting.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Aughagreagh.jpg?resize=1400%2C800&ssl=1 4x"},"classes":[]}],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/545","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=545"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/545\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":546,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/545\/revisions\/546"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=545"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=545"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=545"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}