Dark Annie

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