I remember as a laddie, I would get an awful fright When me mother used to tell me of the bog. I remember oh so clearly I was scared to d**h at night When I used to see it covered up in fog. For the ghosties and the ghoulies Go out hunting on the moor And they neither dance nor drink the way of men. Keep your lads and la**es home at night not out upon the moor, Or you'll never see them anywhere again, No! No! You'll never see them anywhere again.