The Nine Tailors
Church bells ring at Fenchurch St Paul.
A wedding, celebrated in true English fashion.
A time for joy before the out break of war,
Shattered by a thief, chased by a gent, so dashing.
Two villains caught, hard labour should even the score.
Church bells ring at Fenchurch St Paul.
So many struck down by that awful Spanish flu,
Family secrets, as the New Year bells chime.
Lady of the manor passes, what a to do!
Again, a gent and his man are central to this rhyme.
Church bells ring at Fenchurch St Paul.
Nine tailors toll this time for a gentleman’s passing mark.
To finally be at rest with his fair lady wife.
All is well until is found there a corpse, disfigure and stark.
Who will solve the mystery behind all this strife?
Church bells ring at Fenchurch St Paul.
Lord Peter is on the case, it will soon be solved,
With the help from his man, Bunter, always at his aid.
No villain will escape from them now they are involved,
But was there a crime? Who was the man found dead?
Church bells ring at Fenchurch St Paul.
Listen close they have much to tell.
A little campanology know how would be handy.
A church and its bells, things hidden in its well.
All clues to a gentleman detective, so dandy.
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