Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern…
“ Not long lived the Baron: and none since that time To inhabit the castle presume; For chronicles tell, that, by order sublime, There Imogine suffers the pain of her crime, And mourns her deplorable doom. At midnight four times in each year does her sprite, When mortals in slumber are bound, Array'd in her bridal apparel of white, Appear in the hall with the skeleton-knight, And shriek as he whirls her around. ”
