O Eliah he luk out of the window
He’s got tears in his eye
His ‘eavy ‘art a burden
Tho he dunno why
Well, he do know
He remember what lay out
Beyond that
Clear night sky
N up upon a roof top
A sinister shadow he spy
That be spring heel jay
That ol’ lore never dies
Creepin down
Those cobble streets
Go young Molly
Tits unsuckled teats
Well, Jay jump out and plant
A kiss right there
She scream, cry and grab
At his long brown hair
He let pour from his mouth
A glorious heat
A flame that burn
With blues and greens
Leaving Molly dead
Upon the cold floor
Poor young Molly
Just shy o sixteen
Well, think Eliah
The world revolves
Around our end of days
And to help it along
There’s spring heeled jay
He meet a lady o the night
Mutterin about how
When she lift her skirt
The bats come flying out
Spring heeled
He only aim to please
And when he be dun
She pays the fees with
2 coins on her eyes
Dead by degrees
The boatman’s palms
Got to be greased
And him and Jay
They got dealings
Over the deceased
Well, think Eliah
The boatman’s fees
They got to be paid
And that bloody tender
Come straight from the hands
Of spring heeled Jay.
