Sir Neil, and Glengyle/Unfortunate Miss Bailey

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UNFORTUNATE MISS BAILEY.

A Captain, bold, in Halifax, that dwelt in country quarters,
Seduced a maid who hang'd herself one morning, in her garters;
His wicked conscience smited him; he lost his stomach daily;
He took to dringing ratifa, and thought upon Miss Bailey.
⁠Oh, Miss Bailey! unfortunate Miss Bailey!

One night betimes, he went to rest, for he had caught a fever,
Says he "I am a handsome man. but I'm a gay deceiver,"
His candle just at twelve o'clock, began to burn paley,
A ghost stepp'd up to his bed-side, and said "behold Miss Bailey!”
⁠Oh Miss Bailey &c.

"Avaunt Miss Bailey then he cried your face looks white and mealy!
"Dear Captain Smith the ghost replied you've used me ungenteely.

The Crowner's quest goes hard with me, because I've acted fraily,
And Parson Biggs won't bury me, though I am dead Miss Bailey.
⁠oh! Miss Bailey! &c.

Dear corpse says he since you and I accounts must once for all close,
I've got a one-pound note in my regimental small clothes,
Twill bribe the Sexton for your grave,-the ghost, then vanished gailey,
Crying "bless you wicked Captain smith! remember poor Miss Bailey.
⁠oh Miss Bailey! &c.

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R, Taylor, Printer, Falkirk.