The Return of Dan Mcgrew

(cont.) There grew some unrest, deep in her breast; a boding of dread in old Lou; Like it happened before; again and again in some deadly déjà vu. That miner from the creek started to speak, but stopped at sight of that stool; The player was drinking so he got to thinking – sat down and played like a fool. His music was of love, rewards up above, a prospector’s life gone too soon; It came back to her, all in a blur; she stared at him in the dark of the moon. How quickly time ages poets and sages, how awful she looked in her rouge; The tune had now changed, and wasn’t it strange how ghosts appeared so huge? “Now boys,” the miner says, “I’m a stranger in here, and I know you don’t give a fig.” Then he glared at Dan and made him stand, and said, “It’s all up – this here jig!” Then the lights went out, and there was a shout and two guns lit up the black; But when the lights came on, the two men were gone and Lou was dead on her back. That’s the true story in all of its glory, the boys to this day swear it’s so; Some folks still choose to think it too much booze, and midnight sun afterglow. But I saw the most of those double ghosts, yet now those mining days are through— But they came back, it sure was a fact – to get revenge on a lady known as Lou.