The Prince and the Pauper Page #4

but made for the bridge|that spans the brook.

For once you cross|that bridge, my friends...

# The ghost is through.|his power ends #

# So when you're ridin'|home tonight #

# Make for the bridge|with all your might #

# He'll be down|in the Hollow there #

# He needs your head|Look out! Beware! #

# With a hip hip|and a clippity clop #

# He's out lookin'|for a head to swap #

# So don't try to figure|out a plan #

# You can't reason|with a headless man #

It was the very|witching hour of night...

when Ichabod pursued|his travel home.

The sky grew|darker and darker...

as one-by-one the stars|winked out their lights...

and driving clouds|obscured the moon from sight.

Never had the schoolmaster|felt so melancholy...

so utterly alone.

And the nearer|he approached the Hollow...

the more dismal he became.

Once inside the murky glen...

Ichabod's anxiety|increased one hundredfold.

For now the forest seemed|to close in behind him...

and every small detail|of Brom's awfuI story...

returned to haunt|his recollection.

Ichabod! Ichabod! Ichabod!

Headless Horseman.|Headless Horseman.

Here he comes!

Beware! Beware!

Once you cross that bridge.|my friends...

the ghost is through.|His power ends.

The next morning.|Ichabod's hat was found...

and close beside it...

a shattered pumpkin...

but there was no trace|of the schoolmaster.

It was shortly thereafter|that Brom Bones...

led the fair Katrina|to the altar.

Now. Rumours persisted|that Ichabod was still alive...

married to a wealthy widow|in a distant county.

But of course|the good Dutch settlers...

refuse to believe|such nonsense.

For they knew|the schoolmaster...

had been spirited away|by the Headless Horseman.

# With a hip hip|and a clippity clop #

# He's out lookin'|for a head to swap #

# So don't try to figure|out a plan #

# You can't reason|with a headless man #

Man. I'm getting outta here!

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