Oh won’t you come down with me Whitechapel ladies

Oh won’t you come down with me Whitechapel girls

Sing for Mary and Annie and Long Liz and Catherine

Mary Jane Kelly and all of their woes.

 

Oh when you go down to the streets of old London

The alleys, the rookeries, doss ’ouses too

Remember us ladies who did it for pennies

And never no never for the love of you.

 

For gin or for crack, it really don’t matter

For gin or for crack we go out on the street

Then you come along and our lives are a splatter

Of blood and of gore as the nightmare’s complete.

 

We sing for the pure girls the innocent maidens

The strong young women, noble and proud

The ones who are lost, oh the ones who were taken

They stand there behind you, all ghosts in a crowd.

 

You ripped me apart like I was the Grand Canyon

You tore out my eyes and you pulled out my heart

You shoved my innards over my left shoulder

Then wading through my blood you had to depart.

 

It’s all for your lust and its all for your cruelty

Cowards the lot of you, torturing maids.

You think you have the power to destroy their beauty

The wives and the harlots, the virgins, the babes.

 

 

You say you’re in hell and I hope you burn brightly

You say you’re in hell and I hope it takes time

So you’ll never forget us, the Whitechapel ladies,

And all of our sisters who rage in a line.

 

Oh won’t you come down with me Whitechapel ladies

Oh won’t you come down with me Whitechapel girls

It’s for Mary and Annie and Long Liz and Catherine

Mary Jane Kelly and all of their woes.