Eight little ♥♥♥♥♥♥, with no hope of heaven,
Gladstone may save one, then there'll be seven.
Seven little ♥♥♥♥♥♥ beggin for a shilling,
One stays in Henage Court, then there's a killing.
Six little ♥♥♥♥♥♥, glad to be alive,
One sidles up to Jack, then there are five.
Four and ♥♥♥♥♥ rhyme aright,
So do three and me,
I'll set the town alight
Ere there are two.
Two little ♥♥♥♥♥♥, shivering with fright,
Seek a cosy doorway in the middle of the night.
Jack's knife flashes, then there's but one,
And the last one's the ripest for Jack's idea of fun.