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Or is this the last piece of data we were promised over a year ago that would let the great whatever he claims to be this week (Scientist, Sociologist, Historian) , reveal Jack.
There is no evidence for Kelly having sung the song.
Forgive me for asking, but if there is no evidence of Kelly having sung the song, what's the point of listing in point format the contents of that song?
Are you saying that an unknown woman deliberately provided false information about the song for some reason to the PMG?
Isn't the obvious answer that someone (whether the PMG or its informant) simply made a mistake and misidentified the song "A Violet from Mother's Grave" as "Sweet Violets"?
The lyrics of Sweet Violets were published in the Pall Mall Gazette 10 November 1888.
This song was not the song described by Cox. It was not described as having been heard at the same point in time as the song heard by Cox.
We should rule out Cox. This is not the song heard by Cox.
Did Kelly even sing it?
There is no evidence for Kelly having sung the song. The song is not mentioned in the police investigation from the 9th November and it is not mentioned in the inquest source.
Who was "a woman", telling the press that this song was sung by Kelly?
The name of the "woman" is not mentioned in the papers. There is no description of that woman. It could have been any woman.
Why did the press get the information of this song?
Because, according to the papers, "a woman" told them. But no newspaper gives an account of the motive for "a woman" for doing so.
The information given by that person is picked up by the newspapers but without any analysis of the circumstances connected to the information.
What do the contents of the song mean from the perspective of the song itself?
The contents can be defined as follows:
1. Flowers have been plucked.
2. Flowers have been plucked for a woman.
3. They are given to her.
4. The woman is asked to stay and to not go away.
5. The one who plucked the flower in beauty´s bower was crouched and all unnoticed.
6. The flowers were plucked and they now look up to heaven.
To be honest I'm a little puzzled by this thread, but then Pierre stared it so I guess that's to be expected. Mary chose to sing the song, I'm sure the killer didn't force her to, so what's the point.
I'm not too sure why it's in the "Letters and Communications" section either. Perhaps all will be revealed in due course.
A diminutive flower, the violet has a whole array of meanings, many to do with color, many to do with its gentle size and appearance. Most meanings are pleasant ones, and the fondness people have for the flower has placed it in the calendar as the flower for the month of February and made violets the state flower of Illinois, Wisconsin, New Jersey and Rhode Island.
The meaning of the violet changes depending on the color of the flower and the person the flower is sent to. Blue violet flowers symbolizes love and faithfulness, white violets represent purity and chastity, and yellow violets symbolize high worth and goodness.
To be honest I'm a little puzzled by this thread, but then Pierre stared it so I guess that's to be expected. Mary chose to sing the song, I'm sure the killer didn't force her to, so what's the point.
A Violet from Mother's Grave
Copyright, 1881, by J. W. Pepper.
Scenes of my childhood arise before my gaze,
Bringing recollections of bygone happy days,
When down in the meadow in childhood I would roam;
No one's left to cheer me now within that good old home.
Father and mother they have passed away.
Sister and brother now lay beneath the clay;
But while life does remain, to cheer me I'll retain
This small violet I plucked from mother's grave
Chorus
Only a violet I plucked when but a boy,
And oft' times when I'm sad at heart, this flow'r has given me joy,
But while life does remain, in memoriam I'll retain
This small violet I plucked from mother's grave.
Well I remember my dear old mother's smile,
As she used to greet me when I returned from toil;
Always knitting in the old arm chair,
Father used to sit and read for all us children there.
But now all is silent around the good old home,
They all have left me in sorrow here to roam;
White life does remain, in memoriam I'll retain
This small violet I plucked from mother's grave.-Chorus.
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