As he one cold and frosty night sought shelter from the snow

They kicked him out the parish church and told him where to go.

"We don't want beggers here," they said, "So get the hell away."

He went and promptly froze to death before the break of day.

And now a woeful wailing wraith he walks the village ways

Attempting to instill remorse in all who meet his gaze.

But since today such things as ghosts are fashionable lore

The locals think he's charming and are keen on making more.