Oh won’t you come down with me Whitechapel ladies

Oh won’t you come down with me Whitechapel girls

Sing for Mary and Annie and Long Liz and Catherine

Mary Jane Kelly and all of their woes.

Oh when you go down to the streets of old London

The alleys, the rookeries, doss ’ouses too

Remember us ladies who did it for pennies

And never no never for the love of you.

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And in her arms a baby

bright as a daffodil.

Rays of light

emanate

from this child.

He remembers a game -

“do you like butter?”

and thinks he sees

a golden glow reflected

on his young wife’s throat…

Pollen-headed

the baby has

a smile that gleams

audacious as the sun!

Holdmefeedmeloveme

undeniable demands

as a full breast is nuzzled

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