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In Forest Gate, in London town,
Henry Perry left his mark,
Convicted of a crime so vile,
His sentence: death, so dark.
Four lives he took with vicious glee,
Walter Cornish and his kin,
Alice and her daughters three,
All victims of his sin.
Henry Perry was a 'slater', true,
But crime was his career,
Convicted fifteen times or more,
His path was always clear.
Illegitimate and on the run,
His past was dark and grim,
He travelled with his mother's kin,
Until death took her from him.
In penal servitude he spent,
Eleven and a half long years,
For theft and shopbreaking he was sent,
A life of crime, no cheers.
Released from prison, he joined the war,
And served in foreign lands,
But after capture and torture sore,
He returned to England's strands.
He met the Cornish family kin,
And stayed with them awhile,
But Alice heard of his past sin,
And sent him away in style.
He broke into a school and stole,
And then returned to their door,
Where he murdered Alice and her kin,
A bloodbath and nothing more.
He fled the scene, but left behind,
Traces of his foul deed,
And was arrested soon to find,
No escape from the law's creed.
At trial, he claimed insanity,
But the judge saw through his lies,
And his appeal was denied, you see,
He was hanged and met his demise.