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BbUpward he shoots
By the sprBbings on his boots
Like an Ebinverted angel
WeCm've been afraid of this teGmrrible
GbStrange, eluFmsive moBbnster for yeEbars
It seGmems to be DsuperstCmitious lEbunacy
EbmBut in Dmfact when Dthings go black
Old FSpring Heeled Jack aBbppears
BbI hear the sound
Of him boBbunding around
On the rEbooftops of London
LeCmaving the people bewGmildered and Gbstunned
And, oFmn occBbasion, aflEbame
No soGmoner than uDnsuspCmecting EEbnglishmen
EbmTurn their Dmbacks, the Dwretch attacks
And FSpring Heeled Jack's his Gname
I doubt that it's those Cmclever brats in college
And the EbMarquess of Waterford denDies all knowledge
And Gpeople in the Gbarea Freek of mass hystEeria...
CmBut, admit you must, that it is Fjust enough to scare you
And you Bbscream when he draws
Out a haBbndful of claws
And a bluEbe breath of fire
TheCmn disappears leaping hiGmgher and Gbhigher
AFms if Bblighter than aEbir
Time maGmrches on
NDow it seCmems as thoEbugh he's gone
EbmThis day Dmlacks tales Dof his acts
But don't relax
For FSpring Heeled Jack's still Bbthere
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