Chain me with roaring bears, Or hide me nightly in a charnel house, O'ercovered quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless
skulls; Or bid me go into a new-made grave And hide me with a dead man in his tomb.
Michael Coady records some transaction involving John Murphy of Chapless
(sic) Cove, possibly the surveying of a road; his note is dated 6 October 1847.
There is a horrible silence; grass grows before the doors; we fear to look into any door, though they are all open or off the hinges; for we fear to see yellow chapless
skeletons grinning there .