The Dead Go Walking in the Night

The dead go walking in the night
The dead were walking in my sight
The dead go strolling through the park
The dead went strolling after dark

And I am mad or drunk or both
To tell it all, I’m surely loath
When they found me unaware
they demanded then an air

And so I played, and so they danced
and tore the ground as they did prance
It was not I, I could not do
all you see done, you know it’s true.