LOFTUS HALL

 

A stranger of Wexford County

won the attention of Anne Tottenham.

But his head should have a bounty,

for Anne’s dear man was not even a man.

 

They sat together playing cards  

and every night she loved him more

Until one day the queen of hearts,

went tumbling down to the wooden floor

 

She went to reach the fallen card

But her face turned whiter than a sheet

when she looked underneath the card table.

For he wore not shoes, but cloven feet!

 

Away in a burst of hot flames he fled.

Still Anne Tottenham loved the demon man,

and wished herself cold and dead--

if only to play cards with him again.

 

Waiting for the sour smell of sulfur,

she sits at the card table all alone

She waits for the day that death comes,

so she can join her demon on his throne.