And I met that horrid policeman's eyes,

Keenly and quietly watching my pain.

He suddenly called for his men to come;

So they made their appearance one by one,

And he said, 'The gen'leman's not been 'ome,

And she 'asn't a notion what he's done.

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And he won't come now, you may swear to that;

I rayther think he'll look arter a ship:

I rayther suspect we've been rayther flat,

And the gen'leman's given us the slip!'

With a regular march they trod the ground,

Suddenly left me alone in the hall;

In the dreadful silence that settled round,

Again I knew I was dreaming it all?

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A voice that can banish my sleep I know;

I know a voice that could wake me if dead;

A loud cheery voice, but it might speak low,

And 'May, little May,' it whispering said.

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