| I camped one night in an empty hut
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| On the side of a lonely hill
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| I didn’t go much on empty huts
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| But the night was awful chill
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| So I boiled me billy and had me tea
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| And made sure that the door was shut
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| Then I went to sleep in the empty bunk
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| By the wall of the old slab shed
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| Now it must have been in the middle of the night
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| When I was feeling cosy and warm
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| I woke and there at the foot of my bunk
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| I see a horrible ghostly form
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| It seemed in shape to be half an ape
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| With a head like a chimpanzee
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| And I wondered what it was doing there
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| And what did it want with me?
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| You may say if you please that I had DTs
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| Or call me a crimson liar
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| But I wish you had seen it as plain as me
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| With it’s eyes like coals of fire
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| Then it gave a groan such a horrible moan
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| That my blood run cold with fear
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| And ‘There's only the two of us here, '
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| It said. |
| ‘There's only the two of us here!'
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| I kept one eye on the old hut door
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| And one on the awful brute;
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| For I only wanted to dress meself
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| And get to the door and scoot
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| But I couldn’t find where I’d left me boots
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| So I hadn’t a chance to clear
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| And, ‘There's only the two of us here, '
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| It said. |
| ‘There's only the two of us here!'
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| I hadn’t a thing to defend meself
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| Couldn’t find a stick nor a stone
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| And ‘There's only the two of here!'
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| It said, again with a horrible moan
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| I thought I’d better make some reply
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| For I thought that the end was near
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| I said «Tarzan old man when I find my boots
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| By hell there’ll only be one of us here.'
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| Well I get my hands on me number tens
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| And out through the door I scoots
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| And I lit the whole of the ridges up
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| With the sparks from me blucher boots
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| So I’ve never slept in a hut since then
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| And I tremble and shake with fear
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| When I think of the horrible brute that moaned
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| ‘There's only the two of us here!' |