These ballads are not in the books and are supplementary and created by AI based on the book content.
In the heart of Mile End, in days of old,
A tale of darkness and tragedy unfolds.
Sarah Bell and Mary Chenning, their paths did cross,
A quarrel outside Redmond Road, a life was lost.
On that fateful night in 1900's September,
Amidst the dim glow of lanterns' ember,
Mary Chenning, a wife to a sightless man,
Her life entwined with fate's treacherous plan.
They gathered at the Greenland Fishers' pub's warm glow,
A friend by Mary's side, the hours did flow.
But Sarah Bell arrived, with thirst for more,
And sought from Mary a drink, her spirits to restore.
"Tonight, Sarah, you've had your fill,"
Mary did reply, Her voice steady, her resolve held high.
They lingered, then departed, in the midnight air,
Mary, alone at her gate, unaware of despair.
A scuffle, a scream, two women in strife,
Witnesses observed the tumultuous life.
Outside Redmond Road, the tragedy unfurled,
As Sarah Bell's actions altered the world.
A witness peered through her window pane,
As Sarah's arm struck Mary, causing pain.
Mary Chenning fell to the cold, hard ground,
In the dark of night, a heart-wrenching sound.
A cabinet maker, an eyewitness as well,
In the stillness of night, the dreadful spell.
He saw the quarrel, the tussle, the fall,
As Mary struggled, her back to the wall.
Mary bore the marks of a terrible blow,
Her face battered, the pain starting to show.
A doctor's arrival, a grim diagnosis near,
Injuries consistent, her fate became clear.
Blood clots inside her skull, a dreadful sight,
No fracture, but a darkness veiling the light.
Bruises on chest and arm, a painful toll,
A blow, a fall, clots took their toll.
Mary's husband, blind to the world's grim fight,
Heard Sarah's voice in the dead of night.
Mary's return, restless and ill,
Her wandering soul, fate's cruel chill.
On 20th September, a fit did befall,
Mary's body weak, to the floor did fall.
A laundry worker, bearing witness to strife,
Found her in agony, her face marked by life.
Blood on the path, to the bedroom it led,
A trail of torment, a tale of dread.
A summons, a visit to the court she made,
Seeking justice for Mary, who couldn't evade.
Back at home, with a certificate clutched tight,
Mary showed it to friends, in the fading light.
Sarah Bell, in her wickedness, did pass,
Uttering foul words, a final, cruel harass.
To the London Hospital, Mary was sent,
Her life's journey on the edge, a frail descent.
Blood clots within, her strength did wane,
Exhaustion, fits, a life in pain.
The Thames Police court, justice's realm,
The chief warrant officer, at the helm.
Sarah Bell, her fate was sealed that day,
A conviction for manslaughter, a debt to pay.
"I don't remember," were Sarah's claim,
In the face of truth, she hid in shame.
Twelve months of hard labor, her sentence bore,
A chapter of darkness, forevermore.
In Mile End's streets, the story was told,
Of Sarah Bell and Mary Chenning, of old.
A tragedy etched in history's sands,
A life cut short by ruthless hands.