The Ghost of Magleeony ©
Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 12:27 pm
We set up camp at the old bush hut while we fenced the dusty mile,
A wooden floor and roof would be our home for the next little while.
On settling down to sleep, exhausted from our day,
A noise rang through the hut, wurhhhh, far from ok.
The boys woke me up and said “did you hear that?”
Listening for the noise to come again, there we sat.
Someone was playing a joke on us or could it be a ghost,
We were tough and could deal with anything, our boast.
The next morning we awoke all pretending it didn’t happen,
“Anyone hear a noise last night”? silence… except fingers tappin.
The next night Mick spread ashes, right around our camp for us to see,
If in the morning footprints would be there, then we could just let it be.
If the footprints where there it would mean for sure it wasn’t a ghost,
Some twit playing a joke on us, we’d catch him and hit him with a post.
Settling down to sleep that night, as we were drifting off,
Wurhhhh echoed through the hut, all the blokes ran off.
Our fears were confirmed: It’s a ghost screamed Mick “this place is haunted!”
The daylight came but no footprints in the ashes, t’was the news we daunted.
Not that we were worried but we moved our camp onto the next bush hut,
We didn’t want to upset the ghost, best to leave him alone to be in his hut.
We set up our camp and settled at last, we finally relaxed,
The Ghost of Magleeony as we called him was off our backs.
We went to bed feeling happy, then woke with a fright,
He was there with us, how did we get into this plight?
We had to stay in the hut until we finished our fence,
Every night we heard him, it just didn’t make any sense.
He was angry with us for something we just didn’t know what,
The shearers wouldn’t even stop for damper and tea from the pot.
We finished our fence and finally made it home safe and sound,
The news of the Ghost of Magleeony had already spread around.
He was responsible for haunting some homes in town,
Causing several problems and many a dilemma around.
Stories were told of the troubles he would bring,
He was especially social considering one big thing.
Every night in the hut I would wedge my knife just right,
There between the floorboards so that it was really tight.
I would pretend I was sound asleep, then quietly bend my knife right over,
Let and it go, wurhhhh echoing through the hut, boys running for cover.
Mick and the boys would run and scream so the joke just grew,
The Ghost of Magleeony haunting that poor, innocent crew.
A wooden floor and roof would be our home for the next little while.
On settling down to sleep, exhausted from our day,
A noise rang through the hut, wurhhhh, far from ok.
The boys woke me up and said “did you hear that?”
Listening for the noise to come again, there we sat.
Someone was playing a joke on us or could it be a ghost,
We were tough and could deal with anything, our boast.
The next morning we awoke all pretending it didn’t happen,
“Anyone hear a noise last night”? silence… except fingers tappin.
The next night Mick spread ashes, right around our camp for us to see,
If in the morning footprints would be there, then we could just let it be.
If the footprints where there it would mean for sure it wasn’t a ghost,
Some twit playing a joke on us, we’d catch him and hit him with a post.
Settling down to sleep that night, as we were drifting off,
Wurhhhh echoed through the hut, all the blokes ran off.
Our fears were confirmed: It’s a ghost screamed Mick “this place is haunted!”
The daylight came but no footprints in the ashes, t’was the news we daunted.
Not that we were worried but we moved our camp onto the next bush hut,
We didn’t want to upset the ghost, best to leave him alone to be in his hut.
We set up our camp and settled at last, we finally relaxed,
The Ghost of Magleeony as we called him was off our backs.
We went to bed feeling happy, then woke with a fright,
He was there with us, how did we get into this plight?
We had to stay in the hut until we finished our fence,
Every night we heard him, it just didn’t make any sense.
He was angry with us for something we just didn’t know what,
The shearers wouldn’t even stop for damper and tea from the pot.
We finished our fence and finally made it home safe and sound,
The news of the Ghost of Magleeony had already spread around.
He was responsible for haunting some homes in town,
Causing several problems and many a dilemma around.
Stories were told of the troubles he would bring,
He was especially social considering one big thing.
Every night in the hut I would wedge my knife just right,
There between the floorboards so that it was really tight.
I would pretend I was sound asleep, then quietly bend my knife right over,
Let and it go, wurhhhh echoing through the hut, boys running for cover.
Mick and the boys would run and scream so the joke just grew,
The Ghost of Magleeony haunting that poor, innocent crew.