Alexander Pearce

Alexander Pearce, you won’t know the name And you’ll gag when you find out his claim to fame He was sent to Australia for steeling some shoes According to Ireland’s 1819 crime news Ended up in Port Author but got out on bail Drunk and disorderly so it’s back into jail Recalcitrant convicts were sent then to an isle Just west of Tasmania in lieu of a trial Escape from Tasmanian prison he did Eight escapees in the wilderness hid They fought to survive with no water or food Leaving eight ruthless guys in a murderess mood So they made a pact, these desperate guys To use as a meal, the next guy that dies And wouldn’t you know it, when it got down to two Alexander Pearce knew just what he had to do In a battle of wits and an axe in his hand Alexander Pearce was the last standing man He ate what he could and appeared healthy, well fed When he was captured and to Port Author led Although he confessed and told them the truth He went right back to prison, they needed some proof Ninety days later, he escaped once again With a guy named Cox who he found couldn’t swim So there by the river Cox met his fate And Alex, poor guy, had some more on his plate So when he was caught (this is where you might gag) They found human flesh in his shoulder pack bag He said hang me now for I can’t resist The taste of man’s flesh from ankle to wrist So they granted his wish and they hung the young lad The story is true, the story is sad He was young, he was poor, and he paid his dues All of this from a poor kid needing shoes