Mary's Ghost. - A Pathetic Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme

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'Twas in the middle of the night	A
To sleep young William tried	B
When Mary's ghost came stealing in	C
And stood at his bedside	B
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O William dear O William dear	D
My rest eternal ceases	E
Alas my everlasting peace	F
Is broken into pieces	G
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I thought the last of all my cares	H
Would end with my last minute	I
But though I went to my long home	J
I didn't stay long in it	K
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The body snatchers they have come	L
And made a snatch at me	M
It's very hard them kind of men	N
Won't let a body be	M
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You thought that I was buried deep	O
Quite decent like and chary	M
But from her grave in Mary bone	P
They've come and boned your Mary	M
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The arm that used to take your arm	Q
Is took to Dr Vyse	H
And both my legs are gone to walk	R
The hospital at Guy's	H
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I vowed that you should have my hand	S
But fate gives us denial	T
You'll find it there at Dr Bell's	H
In spirits and a phial	T
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As for my feet the little feet	U
You used to call so pretty	M
There's one I know in Bedford Row	V
The t'other's in the City	M
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I can't tell where my head is gone	W
But Doctor Carpue can	X
As for my trunk it's all packed up	Y
To go by Pickford's van	X
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I wish you'd go to Mr P	M
And save me such a ride	B
I don't half like the outside place	H
They've took for my inside	B
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The cock it crows I must be gone	W
My William we must part	Z
But I'll be yours in death altho'	A2
Sir Astley has my heart	Z
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Don't go to weep upon my grave	B2
And think that there I be	M
They haven't left an atom there	C2
Of my anatomie	Q

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