We are good and godly, watchers for the blind,
We can smell the devil, hiding in the small towns,
Toying with the idle, pushing dirt around.
We can hear the harpies, sleeping with the demons,
We can hear them howling across the Dedham Vale, (1)
We fight them with fire, duck them under water, (2)
Swing them from the scaffold, and hear them wail.
Someone’s got to guard you, watch you when you’re resting,
We will keep a vigil; protect you from the dark,
A dog with a cow’s head, a kitling and a polecat, (3)
I saw them dance around town foaming at the jaw.
Contributed by Dead End - 2013/1/14 - 15:23
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