James Cook

Now James Cook did murder most foul we know To avoid paying the money he owed Though he claimed it was done in self defence He had to get rid of the evidence Sliced up the body into bits In a vain attempt to get rid of it Worked through the night and did conspire To burn the body in the fire Take the thing away, take the thing away We don't want it here in Saffron Lane Don't care how many years it's stood It's lowering the tone of the neighbourhood Dripping all that flesh and blood I'm sure there's somewhere they can find Out of sight and out of mind Don't want it here spoiling the view After all this is 1832 For 3 nights he worked at his grisly deed But underestimated the time he'd need Acting all like butter won't melt But soon the neighbours a rat they smelt Horseflesh he said is making the smell Went to see a bloke with a dog to sell To feed the dog I bought the meat But in the end I got cold feet Take the thing away, take the thing away We don't want it here in Saffron Lane We all know he so nearly got away Took a coach, for a ship to Americay But Officer Cummins was quick off the mark Caught up with him as he was about to embark Now we all loved the hanging without a doubt We took all the kids, had a great day out, But as for the gibbeting, we're really not so sure Don't do it here, do it elsewhere Take the thing away, take the thing away We don't want it here in Saffron Lane