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Jan 8
I was Albert Pierrepoint
Apprentice so called
hangman’s mate.
We hanged them
in Pentonville
And buried them
In high gate.
A sad job
we had to do
Was hang a lovely
Lass called Ruth Ellis
Just before the hanging
She asked us if she
Could be hanged
in the ****
So I said yes.
Seems not right
To be so ****** rude.
She had her last meal
Chicken soup
Then she walked out
To face the noose.
She dropped
Her gown
Albert was all at sea,
Ruth said why are
You staring at me.
I’d like to say missus
Ellis you have
an attractive cut
She replied Im all
Yours if you keep
Your trap shut.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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