Based on some of the many ghost stories of Hastings, East Sussex
Lyrics
Little Molly Hawkins in her ragged little dress
ran away through Waterloo, a damsel in distress
holding apples sweet and round
lost her footing on the bridge and fell into the Bourne
and now upon a cold dark night
you'll see her on her line of flight
an apple on the ground
The priest at All Saints Church, well he played a different game
buried smuggler's gold in the graveyard of the same
in the dead of night
they took him to the beach and put a noose around his neck
threw him in an unmarked grave
and now they say that if you're brave
he'll lead you to the site
Elaina sang upon the stage, it helped her to survive
the Palace of Varieties made her feel alive
until her parents said no more
she left a note and took her life in the theatre of her dreams
now when playing with your friends
in the arcade down where George Street ends
she'll sing just like before
Now I can understand why they’d want to hang around
there’s no place I’d rather be than this little seaside town
but leave me some place here to haunt when I go
