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I found an account and the words of a song sung on Flower and Dean Street. The article says that the singer (or "troubadour" as he is grandly called) wore a graphic picture of Chapman's body in his hatband. He sings the song and offers copies for sale.
This account is from March 1889.
The words quoted run as follows:
Four months ago it was pore Annie Chapman,
A dyin' for a morsel, jest to eat,
She walked her to and fro, Flow'ry Dean Street and Bucks Row,
And, finally, she turned down "An'bry Street.
'Twas there she met yer old pal, Jack the Ripper,
Who took her to a corfee stall to sup,
Then with his 'eart so 'ard, he took 'er down the yard,
At number twenty nine - and ripped 'er hup
Oh-h-h-h!
Was ever there sich crimes,
In these, or other times,
These 'orrid cruel outrages still increase.
Though taxes we may pay,
Gettin' 'eavier ev'ry day,
We arst's ourselves the kvestion, "Where's the pleece?"
I'll post the article as it features a sketch of the "troubadour"
This account is from March 1889.
The words quoted run as follows:
Four months ago it was pore Annie Chapman,
A dyin' for a morsel, jest to eat,
She walked her to and fro, Flow'ry Dean Street and Bucks Row,
And, finally, she turned down "An'bry Street.
'Twas there she met yer old pal, Jack the Ripper,
Who took her to a corfee stall to sup,
Then with his 'eart so 'ard, he took 'er down the yard,
At number twenty nine - and ripped 'er hup
Oh-h-h-h!
Was ever there sich crimes,
In these, or other times,
These 'orrid cruel outrages still increase.
Though taxes we may pay,
Gettin' 'eavier ev'ry day,
We arst's ourselves the kvestion, "Where's the pleece?"
I'll post the article as it features a sketch of the "troubadour"
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