Mysterious Mose

When your path at midnight dark by a graveyard goes
And someone whistles: Whoooooo!
That's mysterious mose!

On some dark and stormy night, while the tempest blows
If someone whistles: Whooooo!
That's mysterious mose!

He sees all, he knows all; he's just been everywhere
Some night, he might wait for you upon the stair!

So when you're going down the cellar, walk upon your toes
And if someone whistles: Whooooo!
That's mysterious mose!