Came out in the street as the clock struck three,
Two stalwart policemen they chanced to meet,
And were marched straight along to the armoury.
For men will sing and women will weep,
’Tis useless to grieve, ’tis wiser to sleep,
Tho’ they don’t come home till morning.
Three worthless young fellows came home in the morn,
Came home in the morn as the clock struck ten;
They “went out for wool,” but alas, were shorn,
And they wished themselves anywhere else just then.