Way back in nineteen forty nine, an incident that chilled my spine,
Took place as I returned, quite late, I'd been to Ipswich, on a date.
As I drove along, a country road, I saw a light, that barely showed,
Swinging slowly left and right, In the darkness of the night.
Slowing down on that winding road, I scarce believed what my headlamps showed.
There at Wrabness, where four roads met, I saw a sight, I can't forget.
A big man mounted on a horse, the robe he wore, was brown and coarse.
With an old oil lantern in his hand, he came as close as he could stand.
" BEWARE!! there's horses on the road", he said. I said "Right-Ho", and off I sped.
Though I took care, the road was clear, I thought next day, that I might hear,
That some eccentric farmer
might, be fond of playing tricks at night.
No one had heard of such a nut, that doesn't mean there wasn't, but,
It seems unlikely, there would be, with no spectators there to see,
What would have been a merry prank. and so it seemed I'd drawn a blank.
Perhaps that night, or early morn, a horseman from his bed was torn,
On hearing of a horse escape, had no time to find a cape.
But grabbed a cast off dressing gown, then if his torch had let him down,
He had to use that ancient lamp, to face the night, so dark and damp.
"Beware" a funny thing to say, "Take care" is what most, say today.
That incident has been to me, a strange, intriguing mystery.
The answer isn't what you think, I hadn't had a single drink.
Though you may think it sounds
absurd, that's exactly what I saw and heard.
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