On the east coast of England
There is a town's main land
Whose graveyard is raised on a hill
And in that old city
Both cobbled and gritty
The harbor is viable still
The city is famed
For its jet and its name
That is given in Dracula's books
The harbor is seen
From tombstones turned green
As the bay the church overlooks
Baltic amber was brought
And with jet it was wrought
To form jewelry fit for the queen
The amber and jet stone
Are of orange and black tone:
The colors of our Hallowe'en.
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