When walking home alone 

Pray you don't see the old crone  

On those dark winter nights  

‘Tis wise to stay near the lights 

 

If you are caught out  

And a horse without 

To le Villocq do not stray 

Or the house where the dead nuns prey 

 

They rise from their wretched slumber 

Slow and steady they lumber 

Towards you their unsuspecting prize 

Imminent is your ghastly surprise 

 

So, if you value your throat 

Remember to turn your coat 

No matter how well those phantoms conspire 

They do not understand this invert attire