The Ivy Gate

Upon nights this cold

So the story goes

Some folk say they see the ghost

Of Thomas Fisher wait

Outside the Ivy Gate

It was so long ago

The Fishers planned their home

Until one fateful day

The army letter came

It changed everything

It came and summoned Tom away

To fight for King and Country

Although those months ahead

Were tough for her each day

Their child was on the way

She soldiered on

But come the happy day

Both were lost they say

Then buried in the grave

The Fisher family plot

Close to the Ivy Gate

In deep sorrow he lamented to the Lord

Vowed he could live no more

Grieving for his wife and their child stillborn

He did take his life

Some still say they see him

Out of the corner of their eye

In the slate grey rain

Outside the Ivy Gate