"PAST ELEVEN"
In the good auld days gone by,
Every evening, wet or dry,
Ye always heard the police cry,
“Past eleven”
When the beer shop lights were out,
If ye chanced tae be about,
Ye always heard the police shout,
“Past eleven”
When the bairns in bed did snore,
If ye slippit ower the door,
Ye always heard the police roar,
“Past eleven”
Noo at nicht, when soun’ asleep,
When cunning thieves slyly creep,
Ye never hear a mortal cheep,
“Past eleven”
