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| Highway Robbery | |
| By bwoz | ||||||
| 22 February 2007 | ||||||
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The story of Mary Young, a.k.a Jenny Diver. She was one of England's most successful pick-pockets, and notoriously popular. She was finally hanged for "Highway Robbery", a trumped up charge, as normal petty larceny was not a capitol offense. But it was the only charge she could be hung for. When she was sentenced the news spread "like fire" through the streets. At least, thats what I read. I apologize for any cliches. A parade passed to Tyburn Tree Down around old Oxford Street. The sentence ran out like fire Then dimmed to embers’ blue heat. On coffins they made them ride, Three wagons of men and thee. Every head in town was cocked Every table at King’s Lance heaped. Pray tell, what will thee have dear, a schooner and a quick bite to eat? When the embers at last caught air Their breath ignited the street. The frenzy was loath to discover A woman; to settle the quell She rode a coach to Tyburn Against the tolling of St. Sepulchre's bells. For show, she smiled and waved In all her finery, they tell. The crowds at Oxford stood to cheer As alone, Mary passed to the Tree Her drop measured 18 inches, I hear ‘Tis the end of highway robbery.
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