wakefield prison (Remove filter)
Cuttings
Cuttings
They took a sprig from Hatfeild Hall
And planted it in Wakefield Gaol
A Mulberry bush grew on the spot
Its humble origins forgot
And there prisoners exercised at night
Beneath the pale Yorkshire moonlight
Round and round the tree they went
Those sinners who could not repent
Before that Mulberry tree had died
They took some cuttings to the outside
...Saturday 16th May 2020 2:09 pm
Recent Comments
Manish Singh Rajput on You
2 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on A Boy and His Boat Named Bill
2 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on Weights and Measures
3 hours ago
Reggie's Ghost on Tales of the Riverbank
6 hours ago
Trevor Alexander on Is it?
14 hours ago
Trevor Alexander on Just You
14 hours ago
Greg Freeman on Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
16 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Celebrate St George's Day
16 hours ago
rob1967able on _____
19 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on A Boy and His Boat Named Bill
21 hours ago