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If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet
Don't go drawing back the blinds, nor looking in the street
Them that asks 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
With brandy for the parson, baccy for the clerk
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy
Watch the wall my darling, while the gentlemen go by.
Running round the woodlump if you chance to find
Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine
Don't you shout to come and look, nor use them for your play
Put the brushwood back again, they'll be gone next day.
If you see a stable door setting open wide
If you see a tired horse lying down inside
If your mother mends a coat all cut about and tore
If the lining's wet and warm, don't you ask no more.
If you see King George's men, all dressed in blue and red
You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said
If they call you pretty names, and chuck you 'neath the chin
Don't you tell where no one is, nor yet where no ones been.
Knocks and footsteps round the house, whistles after dark
You've no cause to run and look until the house dogs bark
Trusty's here, and Pincher's here, and see how dumb the lie
They don't fret to follow when the gentlemen go by.
If you do as you've been told, likely there's a chance
You'll be give a dainty doll, all the way from France
With a cap of Valenciennes and a velvet hood
A present from the gentlemen, along o' being good.
Five and twenty ponies trotting through the dark
With brandy for the parson, baccy for the clerk
Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie
Watch the wall my darling while the gentlemen go by.
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