twelve o'clock
Chorus : `` Of course , Father ! '' `` And no waltzes or continental abominations ? '' Chorus : `` Oh dear , no ! '' `` And you 'll all be in your beds at twelve o'clock ? '' Chorus : `` To the minute , Father . '' `` Well , God forgive me , but what can I do ? Go on , you little heathens , and -- '' `` Thank you , Father -- '' `` Thank you , Father -- '' `` Thank you , Father -- , '' etc. , etc. .