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