Each night as I go walking,
I hear the dead men talking.
They tell me of all your misdeeds,
Lead me to all your leads.
Each night as I go walking underneath the lamplight,
I bring my baritsu and I'm ready for a fight.
My boots are shining brown
And my cane's of oak.
I'll unleash some hurting on you,
Justice I'll invoke!
'Cause I'm a Victorian vigilante,
Bring some justice on your head.
From the palace to the riverside,
For your troubles you'll get led.
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