Did you ever sleep, and see a dream
That seemed so real, it sure did seem
Mine brought me back to a past life
Where men sought thrills, denied by wife
Darkened streets and dim lit lights
And all around me, drunkard fights
This was where I made my home
These London streets I had to roam
Times were hard and times were tough
Warmth and food not near enough
By days end, will I be fed
And make the cash for one nights bed
I mostly made my stay by sewing
But the day went bad, so I went out knowing
That there are letters penned in red
Who claimed our kind, should all be dead
I know The Ripper prowls this street
Just like the cops out on their beat
But why be hungry, why be cold
That's for the weak, and for the old
I then see a grin in this mans eyes
That look could sure mean my demise
He had a shape within his coat
A sharpened knife, he has in tote
Was this the way I met my fate
These London streets are full of hate
That song that told of Mac in town
Just told me I was Lucy Brown
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