eleven o'clock
If that be ever so against your will , You must mount on the traädin ' mill . There is a turnkey that you 'll find He is a raskill most unkind . To rob poor prisoners he is that man , To chaäte poor prisoners where he can . At eleven o'clock we march upstairs To hear the parson read the prayers . Then we are locked into a pen -- It 's almost like a lion 's den . There 's iron bars big round as your thigh , To make you of a prison shy . At twelve o'clock the turnkey come ; The locks and bolts sound like a drum .