Tuesday, September 24, 2013
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 question isn't told a lie.
So watch the wall my darlings while the gentlemen ride by.
Four and twenty ponies, riding through the dark,
Brandy for the postman, baccy for the clerk;
Laces for the lady, letters for the spy.
Watch the wall my darlings while the gentlemen ride by.