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LADY GHOSTS

BY Hilda Phillips

11 May 2026

We would like to share the delightful little poem from the first edition of Amrywiaeth Llanelli Miscellany by Hilda Phillips, one which was put into WEA Llanelli print in 1986, some 40 years ago. Enjoy!

Lady ghosts are terrible snobs
They have a penchant for the nobs.
At home in turrets and darkened halls
Recalling nights of grandest balls
When fairest maidens met their doom
By falling headlong in the gloom
Pushed, no doubt, by wicked Squire
Moustachios twirling with desire.

If, by mischance, a ghost should find
She’s landed in a common place
She'll feel it as a fall from grace,
Two up two down is not for her,
Her gents are always known as “Sir”.

If you should meet her on the stair
She'll greet you with an icy glare.
Don’t think she'll condescend to glide
Through solid walls with stately pride,
She keeps her groans for ancient bricks
And won't do any parlour tricks
To freeze your blood and curl your hair
You're just not worth her best despair.

*WEA Llanelli. (1986). Amrywiaeth Llanelli Miscellany (p. 12).

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Amrywiaeth Llanelli Miscellany. 1986. Volume 1.