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In the year of 1900, on a dark and fateful night,
Three women's lives were intertwined, in the pale moonlight.
Martha Adamson and Josephine Belton, Gertrude Dick by their side,
Bound by drink and quarrels deep, on the Regents Canal they'd ride.
They wore white aprons, filled with spite, and words that cut like knives,
A night watchman crossed their path, where the murky water thrives.
He warned them clear, they scoffed and jeered, used foul words to retort,
Promised to summon the police if they didn't leave the port.
They walked away, in shadowed haze, towards Oval Bridge they'd go,
But darkness fell, and tempers flared, emotions all aglow.
A vile threat echoed in the night, 'I'll do for you,' was said,
And just moments after, a splash, a cry, the nightmarish dread.
The watchman rushed to the water's edge, where bubbles danced and swirled,
But Gertrude Dick had disappeared, into the watery world.
He blew his whistle, called the law, they hurried to the scene,
Two constables, a sergeant strong, in search of what had been.
A body surfaced from the depths, as dawn began to break,
In silence, they retrieved her, a tragic twist of fate.
Martha and Josephine, asleep they lay, by Primrose Hill Bridge's grace,
Asked of Gertrude's whereabouts, a fabricated tale they'd face.
Interrogated by the police, the truth began to strain,
Josephine spoke of Gertrude's choice, to leap into the rain.
Martha then confessed her guilt, the weight too much to bear,
Josephine, in her presence, knew that suffering they'd share.
In court they stood, their heads held low, their fate now sealed in stone,
Convicted of manslaughter, to a prison cell they'd be shone.
Nine months of hard labor, for the life they'd cruelly snatched,
A tale of darkness, drink, and death, on that fateful night, attached.