Arthur Sly
Let it be known that Arthur Sly
Was caught red handed and sentenced to die
For he trespassed and stole fine things
Like loaves of bread, diamonds, and rings
This urchin of Satan horded all
And the others to answer his call
This gangsters hideout was well concealed
Till we tortured his mates to seal the deal
No matter how slight he might be in years
His mind is best amongst his peers
To rid us of this Haynes threat
Let him be hung by the neck!
The date is uncertain of this jest
My magistrates motives are blotchy at best
He says there is more and wishes to show
Her majesties guest at the ball in snow
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