Rattling Buckets Cant Be Seen

::: A boy, an errand, and a bucket of beer …

A drain, a death, and now a ghost does appear …

A true ghost story from North Longford … :::

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Rattling buckets at a drain

Sound … though there’s noone there

And we ask are we insane?

As an eerie stillness is in the air

But other a take they tell

Of a spectre that does appear

Of a youth who once fell

And drowned while carrying beer

To his home from the village pub

Which he never got to see for he drowned

For he drank most of the beer—there's the rub!

And in waters shallow was found.

So the tale they recount to all

And I, as I was told write in rhyme

Who am I, a poet, them to liars call

For telling the tale sure passes the time!

But should their souls not at peace be

I hope that God to them gives rest

A shiver runs up my spine as I see

These words I've written with such zest

To record for generations to come

Our history, legend, be it fetched or not, far

Its what we were and where were from

All part of what makes us what we are!