MAURICE KELLY Maurice Kelly one night when about three parts loaded, Was making for home after twelve in the night. At the foot of the lane where for rest he remained A figure appeared there clothed all in white. Good night, sir," said Kelly, but got back no answer; The figure remained just as still as a post. ... But never a word got he from the ghost. ... When the figure moved off and the fight it was ended, Old Kelly, half stunned, put his hat on his head. ...