The Ballad of Nearly Headless Nick

In the first draft of 'Chamber of Secrets', Nick sang a self-penned ballad explaining how his head had (nearly) come off:

''It was a mistake any wizard could make Who was tired and caught on the hop One piffling error, and then, to my terror, I found myself facing the chop. Alas for the eve when I met Lady Grieve A-strolling the park in the dusk! She was of the belief I could straighten her teeth Next moment she'd sprouted a tusk.

I cried through the night that I'd soon put her right But the process of justice was lax; They'd brought out the block, though they'd mislaid the rock Where they usually sharpened the axe. Next morning at dawn, with a face most forlorn The priest said to try not to cry, "You can come just like that, no, you won't need a hat," And I knew that my end must be nigh.

The man in the mask who would have the sad task Of cleaving my head from my neck, Said "Nick, if you please, will you get to your knees," And I turned to a gibbering wreck. "This may sting a bit" said the cack-handed twit As he swung the axe up in the air, But oh the blunt blade! No difference it made, My head was still definitely there.

The axeman he hacked and he whacked and he thwacked, "Won't be too long", he assured me, But quick it was not, and the bone-headed clot Took forty-five goes 'til he floored me. And so I was dead, but my faithful old head It never saw fit to desert me, It still lingers on, that's the end of my song, And now, please applaud, or you'll hurt me.''