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The public perception of the Ripper was probably influenced by popular music hall songs. I mention in Another post Arthur Lloyd's The Organ Grinder by G.w Hunt
but ' The MAD BUTCHER ' is a gem. Performed by Fred ALBERT died 1886. It is worth showing in full.
Once I was happy and gay
But now I'm dreadfully changed
And all my acquaintances say
That now I'm insane and deranged
I was once as red as my beef
But now I'm as white as my veal
My senses have flown through my grief
And my heart is as hard as my steel.
Chorus; I'm the mad butcher, I 'm the mad butcher
I'm the mad butcher they say I'm insane
I'm the mad butcher; I 'm the mad butcher
Brought to this state all through false Mary Jane
Mary Jane you don't know her but ha
The thought of her now makes me start
She shone on my path like a star
But shes stolen my pluck and my heart
Each day she'd call in at the shop
When my heart gainst my ribs would go thump
When she asked me to weigh her a chop
And some suet a jolly good lump.
She smiled at me one afternoon
I grew hot and cold by degrees
I told her my love very soon
In the sawdust I went on my knees
But she spurned me and then what was more
I know you will say its too bad
She married the tailor next door
And ever since then I've been mad
One day I 'd a furious shock
I hacked and I chopped up the meat
At one blow I severed the block
And pitched the sheep's head in the street
By turns I now laugh and I cry
But somehow I've lost all my trade
I cry,buy,buy the buy, buy, buy buy
But my customers all seem afraid
Written by Henri CLARK
but ' The MAD BUTCHER ' is a gem. Performed by Fred ALBERT died 1886. It is worth showing in full.
Once I was happy and gay
But now I'm dreadfully changed
And all my acquaintances say
That now I'm insane and deranged
I was once as red as my beef
But now I'm as white as my veal
My senses have flown through my grief
And my heart is as hard as my steel.
Chorus; I'm the mad butcher, I 'm the mad butcher
I'm the mad butcher they say I'm insane
I'm the mad butcher; I 'm the mad butcher
Brought to this state all through false Mary Jane
Mary Jane you don't know her but ha
The thought of her now makes me start
She shone on my path like a star
But shes stolen my pluck and my heart
Each day she'd call in at the shop
When my heart gainst my ribs would go thump
When she asked me to weigh her a chop
And some suet a jolly good lump.
She smiled at me one afternoon
I grew hot and cold by degrees
I told her my love very soon
In the sawdust I went on my knees
But she spurned me and then what was more
I know you will say its too bad
She married the tailor next door
And ever since then I've been mad
One day I 'd a furious shock
I hacked and I chopped up the meat
At one blow I severed the block
And pitched the sheep's head in the street
By turns I now laugh and I cry
But somehow I've lost all my trade
I cry,buy,buy the buy, buy, buy buy
But my customers all seem afraid
Written by Henri CLARK