Whenever I go by there nowadays br And look at the rank weeds and the strange grass, br The torn blue curtains and the broken glass, br I seem to be afraid of the old place; br And something stiffens up and down my face, br For all the world as if I saw the ghost br Of old Ham Amory, the murdered host, br With his dead eyes turned on me all aglaze. br br The Tavern has a story, but no man br Can tell us what it is. We only know br That once long after midnight, years ago, br A stranger galloped up from Tilbury Town, br Who brushed, and scared, and all but overran br That skirt-crazed reprobate, John Evereldown.