Jamaica Inn…

Jamaica Inn

Jamaica Inn where smugglers abound,

Their Ghostly sprits are all around,

A beautiful moor wild and bleak,

The rumours of which people still speak,

Take care in the dark and the dead of night,

For many people have taken flight,

The rattle of chains and hollow steps,

Do not come from sound effects,

A drink of mead to toast those who passed,

We enjoyed there we had a blast.

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