Black Dog - Electric Bard

Gravel underfoot, a whistling through the gap Old man Fletcher says avoid the chalk pit trap Swears a shaggy phantom stalks the lime-white ditch Eyes like dinner plates and fur as dark as pitch I got my canvas rucksack and a pocket knife Never saw a monster in my entire life Just a stray black terrier sniffing at a tin Trying to find a sausage where the weeds begin Branches hit my elbow, pebbles take a roll Tiptoeing softly round the quarry hole Stare Right Deep In The Shady Hollow Wonder Which Phantom We Ought To Follow Is It Just A Terrier Chasing A Rat Or A Spectral Beast In A Winter Hat? Twig snaps loud, jump out of the skin Nothing in the crater but an empty tin Mrs. Higgins saw it by the parish stile Said it made a noise that echoed half a mile I think she dropped her teapot on the kitchen slate Then blamed the local devil for her shaky state The path goes steeply downward through the chalky slope Tying up my trousers with a piece of rope A sudden shadow rushes from a cluster of thorns I duck behind a boulder, looking for the horns Out runs a badger with a beetle in his jaw Looking very grumpy at the thing he saw Shadow on the limestone. Puddle in the path. Tell another ghost tale. Give the crowd a laugh. If the pit is haunted by an ancient hound, He spends a lot of time digging underground. Stare Right Deep In The Shady Hollow Wonder Which Phantom We Ought To Follow Is It Just A Terrier Chasing A Rat Or A Spectral Beast In A Winter Hat? Twig snaps loud, jump out of the skin Nothing in the crater but an empty tin Chalk pit empty. Dog ran loose. Spooked by shadows. No excuse.