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! Knocks and footsteps round the house-whistles after dark You've no call for running out till the housedogs bark. Trusty's here, and Pincher's here, and see how dumb they 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 hoodA present from the Gentlemen, along o' being good! Five and twenty ponies, 'Baccy for the Clerk. Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie. Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by! THE BEE BOY'S SONG Bees! Bees! Hark to the Bees! 'Hide from your neighbours as much as you please, But all that has happened to us you must tell! A maiden in her glory, Must tell her Bees the story, Fly away-die away Dwindle down and leave you! Marriage, birth or buryin', News across the seas, Don't you wait where trees are, But if you never grieve your Bees, |