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 through 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!

 

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 ’em for your play.

 

Put the brushwood back again – and they’ll be gone next day!

 

Five and twenty ponies

 

Trotting through 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!

 

If you see the stable door setting open wide;

 

If you see a tired horse lying down inside;

 

If your mother mends a coat cut about and tore;

 

If the lining’s wet and warm – don’t you ask no more!

 

Five and twenty ponies

 

Trotting through 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!

 

If you meet King George’s men, dressed in blue and red,

 

You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said.

 

If they call you “pretty maid”, and chuck you ‘neath the chin,

 

Don’t you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one’s been!

 

Five and twenty ponies

 

Trotting through 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!

 

If you do as you’ve been told, ‘likely there’s a chance,

 

You’ll be given a dainty doll, all the way from France,

 

With a cap of pretty lace, and a velvet hood –

 

A present from the Gentlemen, along o’ being good!

 

Five and twenty ponies

 

Trotting through 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!

 

(‘A Smuggler’s Song’ by Rudyard Kipling)

 

 

Am listening to one of the Final Fantasy soundtracks….it’s Very strange to hear some with an oriental accent singing a celtic song. It’s just…strange. But cool at the same time.

 

Oh, and as for thoes strange Evanesence songs that I had? Thanks to Greg, I know they’re off the “Origin”(s?) cd. Ie, the demo cd. So, in effect, there Are two cds….wish they’d come out iwth another one!!

 

kisskiss!

C