A song from the residence of Messrs Symonds, Winterbotham, Ridgway & Holt.
There is a place of fear and loathing
with ragged people in ragged clothing
cross the threshold at your cost
for in Newgate prison you're one of the lost
With a family starving, it is said
to steal a loaf you'll wind up dead
in a halter and cart they'll make you ride
and at Tyburn tree your fate resides
To escape from this place you will need
Jack Shepards' advice or by wooden steed
Jack Ketch is waiting with a rope in his hand
and then you'll join the ranks of the damned.
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