The detective's in the graveyard and a hundred miles away
(Sherlock, are you in your winding-sheet?)
Between the churchyard yew trees, a headstone dark and grey
And dreaming all the time of Baker Street.
Yonder lies the East End, yonder lie the slums
The Homeless Network running on tiptoe.
The clues John found confusing, solutions so bemusing,
He sees it all so plainly, as he saw it long ago.
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The detective was a genius, who some found hard to please
(Sherlock, are you in your winding-sheet?)
Willingly to his death fell, he went with heart at ease
And dreaming all the time of Baker Street.
'Take my violin to London, hang it on the wall
Play it when your spirit's running low;
When the villains come calling, I'll find the chase enthralling
And bring them all to justice, as I brought them long ago.'
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The detective's in the graveyard till the villains return again
(Sherlock, are you in your winding-sheet?)
Lying between the yew trees, lonely in the rain
And dreaming all the time of Baker Street.
Call him when you're desperate, when you fear that all is lost,
Call him when you go to meet the foe;
When the Great Game's playing, and you have a fear of dying
John will find him 'ware and waking, as he found him long ago.
A/N: based on 'Drake's Drum' by Sir Henry Newbold.