The Ghost of the Violin

quite old antique for a thousand years or more. Later must be, later just if I only. Suddenly a ghost of fear played upon his wild and weird. And the ghost, and the ghost, owned by only.

He made his violin wall In a weekly, weekly phase Oh, the soul Of the violin Who are souls The soul ate the violin Bonny fingers are shivering Each monger pet me a quivering Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't Make a town or he knows we're around his eyes I have a mournful glare

Ooh, this bright Pogs me everywhere He's here, he's there Beware, take care Keep away from the ghost of the violin He's crying

For ever a where He's here He's over Beware Take care He's away From the ghost of the violin