

The Canonical FiveIt was a dark and star filled August night, on the cobble stone laid street,The Canonical Five
When little Mary "Polly" walked, a stranger she would meet,
A Broken piece of mirror in pocket, and on her a petticoat of wool,
She would be carved with Jacky's knife, of blood she'd not be full.
Our good 'ol boy and best of pals, Jack lifted her skirt,
Her cut her down from ear to ear, she screamed till it couldn't hurt,
With two quickened and strong thrown strokes, her throat her did then slit,
He left her body alone and cold, on the stones she seemed to fit.
A week and one day later Jack, he nee
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