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Now my little heart goes a beating like a drum, With the breath of the Bogie in my hair; And all round the candle the crooked shadows come, And go marching along up the stair. The shadow of the balusters, the shadow of the lamp, The shadow of the child that goes to bed   All the wicked shadows coming, tramp, tramp, tramp, With the black night overhead. NOW MY LITTLE HEART GOES A BEATING LIKE A DRUM WITH THE BREATH OF THE BOGGY IN MY HAIR AND ALL AROUND THE CANDLE THE CROOKED SHADOWS COME AND GO MARCHING ALONG UP THE STAIR THE SHADOW BLOSTERS THE SHADOW OF THE LAMP THE SHADOW OF THE CHILD THAT GOES TO BED ALL THE WICKED SHADOWS COMING TRAMP TRAMP TRAMP WITH THE BLACK NIGHT OVERHEAD
 Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! Crack goes the whip, and off we go; The trees and houses smaller grow; Last, round the woody turn we swing: Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! [Illustration] NORTH-WEST PASSAGE _1. Good-night_ When the bright lamp is carried in, The sunless hours again begin; O'er all without, in field and lane, The haunted night returns again. Now we behold the embers flee About the firelit hearth; and see Our faces painted as we pass, Like pictures, on the window-glass. Must we to bed indeed? Well then, Let us arise and go like men, And face with an undaunted tread The long black passage up to bed. [Illustration: NORTH-WEST PASSAGE] Farewell, O brother, sister, sire! O pleasant party round the fire! The songs you sing, the tales you tell, Till far to-morrow, fare ye well! [Illustration] _2. Shadow March_ All round the house is the jet-black night; It stares through the window-pane; It crawls in the corners, hiding from the light, And it moves with the moving flame.  SECTION NUMBER EIGHT OF A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THIS LIP REVOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN NORTH WEST PASSAGE ONE GOOD NIGHT WHEN THE BRIGHT LAMP IS CARRIED IN THE SUNLESS HOURS AGAIN BEGIN OH ER ALL WITHOUT IN FIELDED THE HAUGHTY NIGHT RETIRED THE DEAD NOW WE BEHOLD THE EPRESS FLEA ABOUT THE VIOLET HEARTH AT SEA OUR FACES PAINTED AS WE PASS LIKE PICTURES ON THE WINDOW GLASS MUST WE GO TO BED INDEED WELL THEN LET US RISE AND GO LIKE MEN AND FACE WITH AN UNDAUNTED TREAD THE LONG BLACK PASSAGE UP TO BED FAREWELL O BROTHERS SISTERS SIRE O PLEASANT PARTY ROUND THE FIRE THE SONGS YOU SAY THE TALES YOU TELL TILL FAR TO MORROW FARE YE WELL TWO SHADOW MARKED ALL ROUND THE HOUSE IS THE JET BLACK NIGHT IT STARE THROUGH THE WINDOWPANE IT CURLS IN THE CORNERS HIDING FROM THE LIGHT AND IT MOVES WITH THE MOVING FLAME
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