Five Points
Hell-cat Maggie and Butcher Bill -
have a little blood to spill?
Broken English and Irish brogues,
'twas a gallery of rogues.
Tammany Hall and Boss Tweed,
votes all but guaranteed.
Murder, riot, mayhem, and scandals,
looters, prostitutes, and vandals.
Jenny's pendant and flowing hair,
bodies hanging in the square -
the Bowery Boys and the Dead Rabbits roam
in the place where I call home.
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