Haunting The Pogues

[Verse 1]
Sit down on that stool, hear the can't of a fool
And a strange tale I'll impart to ye
Of a time that I lived at the buff of a hill
'Neath the burial chambers, you see

[Verse 2]
One Saturday night, I got up on my bike
For to go to a dance in the town
I set off at seven to be there at eleven
No thought of the rain coming down

[Verse 3]
I pushed up the hill, the rain started to spill
So for shelter I had to resort
Helter skelter I went as downhill I sped
To the trees at the old fairy fort

[Verse 4]
I pulled up my bike near a tree in the gripe
To find shelter out of the storm
The rain it came down and like stones beat the ground
But it was grand to be dry in that storm

[Verse 5]
I was dreaming away about better days
When a voice it says, "Dirty ould night"
I fell over me bike, I got such a fright
When the ghostly voice bid me the night