midnight
` He wo n't ever let it be grubbed ! ' ` Ah , Sussex ! Seely Sussex for everlastin ' , ' murmured Hal ; and the next moment their Father 's voice calling across to Little Lindens broke the spell as little St Barnabas ' clock struck five . A Smugglers ' Song If You wake at midnight , and hear a horse 's feet , Do n't go drawing back the blind , or looking in the street , Them that asks no questions is n'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 ; Do n't you shout to come and look , nor take 'em for your play ; Put the brushwood back again , -- and they 'll be gone next day !