City Hobgoblins — Fall

Spiders [...] Talk talk You think it's the pipes But who turns out the lights? Our city hobgoblins

Aboleroy

And at nights all ready Our city hobgoblins

Here

They are not alright Ten times my age One-tenth my height Our city hobgoblins Goes up the old night mill Ah but evil

Abbey Grange For Old Pre-Glaze

Pretentious [pretends to] say Our city hobgoblins They'll get yer Said Queen Victoria It's a large black slug in Piccadilly, Manchester Our city hobgoblins And they say We cannot walk the floor at night in peace At night in peace