Tell us, ye dead, will none of you in pity
To those you left behind disclose the secret?
O! That some courteous ghost would blab it out,
What ’tis you are, and we must shortly be.
I’ve heard that souls departed have sometimes
Forewarned men of their deaths:
’Twas kindly done
To knock, and give the alarm.
Blair
Tell us, ye dead, will none of you in pity To those you left behind disclose the secret? O! That some courteous ghost would blab it out, What ’tis you are, and we must shortly be. I’ve heard that souls departed have sometimes Forewarned men of their deaths: ’Twas kindly done To knock, and give the alarm.