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THE BALLAD OF WINCHESTER JAIL
lescole

I would not stand nor raise my hand,
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But sat in sullen gloom,
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As men in dress and wigs, impressed
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my vices on the room,
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And as my fate was meted out,
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Went meekly to my doom.
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A sentence of imprisonment,
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Was deemed a fair riposte,
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For months of social deviance,
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Four months of life it cost,
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To such a place no soul should face,
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Or threshold ever cross.
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In menace and with gravity,
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The transportation came,
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To consume me in its confines,
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As the jailer spoke my name,
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And once aboard my soul was lost,
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I'd never be the same.
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The shadows of the prison walls,
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Came lurching into view,
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And confessed to keeping secrets in,
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As high walls often do.
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Not only do they keep in fear,
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The world they keep out too.
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If ever should a prison wall,
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With windows be adorned,
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The casual eye of passers-by,
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Should earnestly be warned,
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That beastly con they look upon,
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Is by a mother mourned.
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With scandalous abandonment,
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One man bemoaned his fate,
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Whilst the warders kicked their polished heels,
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Against the heavy gate,
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And ushered in us startled lambs,
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With smiles swathed in hate.
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And once inside the walls, we trod
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a path well trod before,
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On landings steeped in misery,
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Where men were men no more,
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But paid the debts society
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Decreed was owed in law.
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And once a day in blue and grey,
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Came men with shuffling feet,
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To march in pairs on concrete squares,
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Where captive friends should meet.
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To wallow in a sea of grief,
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Their grief themselves to cheat.
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And on the Sabbath sat as one,
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The Sinner and the Screw,
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That each may sin no more we prayed,
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Upon the aged pew.
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That each might clear his debt with He,
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To whom each debt is due.
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We slept on beds of solitude,
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In shallow fitful rest,
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Enveloped by the shadowed bars,
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Each cell a morbid nest.
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Yet every eye must seek to sleep,
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And every soul must rest.
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And once in sleep to dream of peace,
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Where peace to dream is rare,
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As in that maudlin maze of men,
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Foul dirges filled the air,
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And how it pains the ears to hear,
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A brother in despair.
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To listen as a bitter breath,
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Is drawn from captive lung,
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To every awful sound that's sent,
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From sharp and savage tongue.
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That's been composed by broken hearts,
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And through a tear been sung.
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We should not laud the law-breaker,
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Nor celebrate his crime,
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But how should men be bettered when,
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Reform is judged on time,
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And calls for penal overhaul,
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Requested in a rhyme.
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