A mile beyond the guidèn post.
Poor Nanny Brown, woone darkish night,
When he'd a-been a-païnted white,
Wer frighten'd, near the gravel pits,
So dead's a hammer into fits,
A-thinkèn 'twer the ghost she know'd
Did come an' haunt the Leyton road;
Though, after all, poor Nanny's ghost
Turn'd out to be the guidèn post.