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Spring-Heeled Jack
John Harle
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He steadies a second, then leaps down
To the heart of the rookery where hope is drowned
His eyes reflect a thin crescent moon
Like a candlelight in a red brothel room
Don't doubt his wrath, don't doubt your faith
For doubters won't be left unscathed
And the preacher's rant goes on and on
"He's the devil in another form
Part of him is part of everything
The darkness from whence light does spring."
Bring me old Jack in silver and black
Know wrong from right, dark from light
Is he real? It matters not a jot
When what you have is just have-nots
He distracts us from the pain and strife
Of insufferable and pointless life
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack come home with a candlestick
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At Horse Cross Parade near Westminster Abbey
Jack's passing shadow makes the stallions whinny
And the stallion's cry arouses the stable
And the bloodhounds' bitches stretch their cable
And the clink of the bloodhound's chain aroused
The palace guards as they lolled and drowsed
Gravel under boots alerts the fox
To call out to her pups to stand to attention
And the yelps of the vixen smite the dream
Of the girl in the palace from girl to queen
Bring me old Jack in silver and black
Know wrong from right, dark from light
Is he real? It matters not a jot
When what you have is just have-nots
He distracts us from the pain and strife
Of insufferable and pointless life
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack come home with a candlestick
A couple strolling take the air
And Jack leaps out across Shadwell Square
"Saw him clear as gin," she said
"Thought we was done for, good as dead."
The man spoke out with considerate calm
"There are monsters of monsters, oh, mean as harm."
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Later on, thinking back of what did befall
A more colourful version they did recall
"Attacked by the devil and left for dead
Then we went home and went to bed."
Bring me old Jack in silver and black
Know wrong from right, dark from light
Is he real? It matters not a jot
When what you have is just have-nots
He distracts us from the pain and strife
Of insufferable and pointless life
And rumours spread like a terrible plague
And truth is disregarded like an old bridesmaid
Jack be nimble
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Jack be quick
Jack come home with a candlestick
Don't doubt his wrath, don't doubt your faith
For doubters won't be left unscathed
And the preacher's rant goes on and on
"He's the devil in another form
Part of him was once part of everything
The darkness from which the light did spring."
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack come home with a candlestick
Bring me old Jack in silver and black
Know wrong from right, dark from light
Is he real? It matters not a jot
When what you have is just have-nots
Bring me old Jack in silver and black
Know wrong from right, dark from light
Is he real? It matters not a jot
When what you have is just have-nots
He distracts us from the pain and strife
Of insufferable and pointless life
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