If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street, Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie, Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by. |  | Five and twenty ponies, Trotting through the dark, Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk; Laces for the lady, letters for the spy, | And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by. |
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