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GENTLEMAN JACK AND HER FLACK

Lady of Shibden Hall
you’re strangest of them all.
You wear a long black cloak.
In manly voice you speak.
When you are walking out
local youths there do shout
from right behind your back,
‘there goes Gentleman Jack’.
You face verbal attacks
from all of Halifax.

You started a coal pit
that soon made big profit.
Employing child labour
was not in your favour.
The locals showed alarm,
wanted to do you harm.
Mine owners were angry;
they burnt your effigy.
And then when you were dead,
in Parish Church buried.
Your gravestone there exists,
lifted and smashed to bits.

Copyright © Tony Hargreaves

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