Who lurks down the lane Crouched in the shadows No lantern to light his way Whose laughter ring Like a Music Hall villlain The ladies faint dead away It's Spring Heeled Jack That elusive fleet footed felon It's Spring Heeled Jack One bound and he's over the rooftops Another and he's far away Who pulls on the bell when God fearing Christians are tucked in Or bound for bed Who rings again and think It's fine mischief to singe them And crack their heads Whose heels mark the snow Lead up to high walls And puzzle the Peelers so Whose prints were found Ringing the rooftops The hooves of the Devil? No!