Upon nights this cold So the story goes Some folks say they see the ghost Of Thomas Fisher wait Outside the Ivy Gate It was so long ago The fishers plan 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 Oh, those months ahead were tougher each day Their child was on the way They soldiered on but come their happy day Both were lost they say Then buried in their grave The fisher family plods to the Ivy Gate In deep sorrow he laments to the lord That he could live no more Pleading 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