The Ballad Of The Slums

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  • Howard Brown
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    • Feb 2008
    • 770

    #1

    The Ballad Of The Slums

    This thread starter continues on the second post.
    The third post appeared in the Gazette a week later.


    St. James's Gazette
    London
    December 1, 1888
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    Last edited by Howard Brown; 08-14-2016, 11:03 AM.
  • Howard Brown
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    • Feb 2008
    • 770

    #2
    Part Two



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    • Howard Brown
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      • Feb 2008
      • 770

      #3
      St. James's Gazette
      December 8, 1888
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      • Howard Brown
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        • Feb 2008
        • 770

        #4
        St. James's Gazette
        December 18, 1888
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        • Joshua Rogan
          Assistant Commissioner
          • Jul 2015
          • 3205

          #5
          Good post!
          Only yesterday I read a report that said people selling food and ballad sheets were amongst the crowd that gathered outside Miller's Court. Now I have an idea what was on those sheets.

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          • jerryd
            Chief Inspector
            • Feb 2008
            • 1738

            #6
            Originally posted by Joshua Rogan View Post
            Good post!
            Only yesterday I read a report that said people selling food and ballad sheets were amongst the crowd that gathered outside Miller's Court. Now I have an idea what was on those sheets.
            Thomas Conway was a poet of sorts and pinched his ballads on the streets for years. He and Catherine made a living together selling his ballads. Her fate was to have one written about her own self after her murder, entitled "Kidney Kate". Chris Scott posted a long article taken from the Black Country Bugle. This is the end of that press clip.

            Now listen, ladies of the town,
            On who red Jack has got a down.
            For pence you lift your petticoats,
            For Love this gent will slit your throats,
            And if there's time midst death's red spout
            He'll cut and carve your kidneys out.
            Like your late sister "Kidney" Kate
            You might end up on Red Jack's plate
            And like some other slags and sinners
            Provide the Ripper's tasy dinners.


            Nice find, Howard. The ballads are interesting to me. Always like to see different ones posted. Thanks!
            Last edited by jerryd; 08-14-2016, 06:17 PM.

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