In the streets of London
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Not long ago in a time
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The same gaslight to light your path
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Would leave shadows to hide the crime
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The drunks who were sick or asleep
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The gutters and the mice
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And the brave women who worked the streets
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To serve old Londons vice
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Oh Dark Annie what made you turn
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on Hanbury street that eve
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Were you cold, was business slow
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Had your men all taken leave
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Did you hear the footsteps behind you
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Or see the shining knife
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Did you know that the hand at your back
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would be the one to take your life?
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So I drink to your life and to your death
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And I hope you put up a fight
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And Annie Chapman I raise my glass
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to you on this winters night
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The front page of the papers said
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that you were Jack's number three
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And how quickly you were forgot
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but your memory is not lost by me
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So I drink to your life and to your death
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And I hope you put up a fight
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And Annie Chapman I raise my glass
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to you on this winters night
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Oh Dark Annie what made you turn
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On Hanbury street that eve
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With all the courage you must of had
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Did you know you soon might bleed
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In the streets of London
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Not long ago in a time
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The same gaslight to light your path
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Would leave shadows to hide the crime
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So I drink to your life and to your death
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And I hope you put up a fight
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And Annie Chapman I raise my glass
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to you on this winters night
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Dark Annie
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The Town Pants |