[Intro]
If you're heading down to Camden Town
Be sure to raise a toast
To the patron saint of the waifs and strays
To Jinny Bingham's ghost
[Verse 1]
Once she was a fresh-faced lass, from Kentish Town she came
Her people, they were peddlers, Jinny Bingham was her name
With her husband Gypsy George a Camden coach house they did keep
Till they hung him by his neck from Tyburn Tree for stealing sheep
It broke her heart to lose her love when she was just a child
So a man named Darby took the hand of Jinny meek and mild
He was a drinker, not a thinker, daily brought his wife to tears
Till one Camden winter morning, Darby simply disappeared
[Chorus]
If you're heading down to Camden Town
Be sure to raise a toast
To the patron saint of the waifs and strays
Jinny Bingham's ghost
[Verse 2]
She earned her reputation on those bitter Camden streets
If you'd tarry with the Bingham girl, you'd hold your manhood cheap
But even so the miser Pitcher was the third man on her lips
Till one night they checked her oven, found him burned up to a crisp
They tried her for his murder, thought they'd finally cooked her goose
But even when the next man died, Jinny somehow slipped the noose
He was a fugitive from justice, for love she took him in
But he beat her once too often and the poison did him in
If you're heading down to Camden Town
Be sure to raise a toast
To the patron saint of the waifs and strays
To Jinny Bingham's ghost
[Verse 1]
Once she was a fresh-faced lass, from Kentish Town she came
Her people, they were peddlers, Jinny Bingham was her name
With her husband Gypsy George a Camden coach house they did keep
Till they hung him by his neck from Tyburn Tree for stealing sheep
It broke her heart to lose her love when she was just a child
So a man named Darby took the hand of Jinny meek and mild
He was a drinker, not a thinker, daily brought his wife to tears
Till one Camden winter morning, Darby simply disappeared
[Chorus]
If you're heading down to Camden Town
Be sure to raise a toast
To the patron saint of the waifs and strays
Jinny Bingham's ghost
[Verse 2]
She earned her reputation on those bitter Camden streets
If you'd tarry with the Bingham girl, you'd hold your manhood cheap
But even so the miser Pitcher was the third man on her lips
Till one night they checked her oven, found him burned up to a crisp
They tried her for his murder, thought they'd finally cooked her goose
But even when the next man died, Jinny somehow slipped the noose
He was a fugitive from justice, for love she took him in
But he beat her once too often and the poison did him in
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!