Haunting Lyrics - Pogues

Sit down on that stool, hear the can't of a fool 

And a strange tale I'll tell to ye 

Of a time that I lived at the buff of a hill 

'Neath the burial chambers you see 

One Saturday night, I get up on me bike 

For to go to a dance in the town 

I set off at seven to be there for eleven 

No thought of the rain comin' down 

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 

I pulled up me bike, be a tree in the gripe 

To find shelter out of the storm 

The rain it came down and like stones beat the ground 

It was grand to be dry in that storm 

I was dreamin' away about better days 

When a voice, it says, "Dirty old night" 

I fell over me bike, I got such a fright 

When the ghostly voice bid me the night 

But you jumped up with a start, gave the storm not a thought 

As the hail beat a rhythm on me 

And I stared at the tree that had spoken to me 

Not a body was there I could see 

I trembled and shook the tree, twisted and booked 

As the wind got into a scream 

And I grabed for me bike in that devil's owned night 

Expecting to wake from a dream 

The voice I had heard, not another word said 

As the hair on the head stood on me 

And I said an "Our Father" as I peddled much faster 

Away from that ghost haunted tree 

For weeks and weeks after with nerves a disaster 

Nowhere near that road would I go 

And from dusk through the night I would shake with the fright 

Of the tree that had haunted me so 

Now, whenever I go to a dance in the town 

I make sure not to stop on the way 

To be there for eleven, I still leave at seven 

But I go be a different way