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You have my thoughts already Chris...I liked it, and particularly appreciated the backing of the old time joanna...
When I was just beginning my drinking career a few pubs still had a joanna (even if they weren't formally licensed for music), but it's something you rarely hear now...or at least in the circles I frequent...so I find it adds hugely to the atmosphere
Here's to Polly , Annie , Liz & Cathy , Mary Kelly too ,
and all the poor unfortunates who lived alongside you ,
the torment and the suffering this whole town put you through ,
on a foggy night in Spitalfields , I'll raise a glass to you .
It was in that bloody Autumn back in 1888 ,
on the cobbled streets of Whitechapel , a killer lay in wait .
In the gaslight passageways a shadow , no one knows for sure ,
the old East End of London town , was shaken to its core .
Poor ol Polly Nichols , Jolly bonnet upon your head ,
all ya needed was just four pence , and a place to rest your head ,
so how you ended up that night , down in ol Bucks Row ,
beneath the shadow of the Ripper , it's for only you to know
Then alonglong came Annie Chapman , Dark Annie she was known ,
from the Ten Bells pub to Hanbury street she wandered all alone ,
it was early in the morning , the clock in Brick lane chimed ,
who left you in the yard that morn , at the back of twenty nine .
Lizzy Stride , just 45 , her friends all called her long ,
to walk these streets of London town , from Sweden she had come ,
as the rain came down in Berners street , did ya struggle Liz, did ya fight ,
could you feel the Ripper watching you , that dark September night .
Not even fifty minuites had passed, when up in Mitre Square ,
Cathy who dya trust to lead you to , the darkest corner there ,
did they know your name was Eddows , was it you they came to find ,
God bless ya Catherine Eddows and the streets you left behind .
Mary , Mary , Mary Jane , what in Gods name did you do ,
did you know the killer at your door , did you let him walk on through ,
just a Violet from mothers grave , you could hear black Mary sing ,
but when the Ripper walked out of Millers court , you couldn't hear a thing
So Here's to Polly , Annie , Liz & Cathy , Mary Kelly too ,
and all the poor unfortunates who lived alongside you ,
the torment and the suffering this whole town put you through ,
on a foggy night in Spitalfields , I'll raise a glass to you .
Mary , Mary , Mary Jane , what in Gods name did you do ,
did you know the killer at your door , did you let him walk on through ,
just a Violet from mothers grave , you could hear black Mary sing ,
but when the Ripper walked out of Millers court , you couldn't hear a thing
So Here's to Polly , Annie , Liz & Cathy , Mary Kelly too ,
and all the poor unfortunates who lived alongside you ,
the torment and the suffering this whole town put you through ,
on a foggy night in Spitalfields , I'll raise a glass to you .
1,644 views and only 11 comments...how shaming...come on folks please let's tell the man whether we appreciate his efforts or not, and our reasons...I make no secret of my liking for his work, but I can also understand anyone holding a contrary view...
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