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 asks no questions isn’t told a lie,

Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

 

Five-and-twenty ponies, trotting in the dark,

Brandy for the Parson, Baccy for the Clerk,

Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,

And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

 

From Smugglers’ Song by Rudyard Kipling