Cry of the Banshee

This is a story of an old castle in Ireland.
For wants and fears of the scream are feared and shuttered.
As that shrill cackling is heard.
For the wail of the Banshee a callin and the coldness is heard.

For everyone knows and everyone can tell,
When the wail of the Banshee is heard there is death in store.
For the cry of the Banshee has come to the weary and infirm.
For the wail is ungodly, to drive you insane
Old women come callin , to mess with your brain
For the laughter of the doubtful will make you squirm and remain
So be leary, and be on guard.
For that terrable plight,
That the wail of the Banshee come at or around midnight.
So doubt if you want, and fear not if you dare.
Just remember when your hair stands on end when you reallyget near.
That Irish castle down in the glen, to hear the Banshee wail means your mortal end.
So stand if you will and waith if you want to.
Just beware the Banshee she wants you.