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William Churcher, he did slay,
Sophia Jane Hepworth, one April day,
Stabbed her 33 times, so the tale goes,
Left her lifeless body for the crows.
She was drinking, had been in the river,
Churcher fished her out, it made him shiver,
They argued and fought, and then it's said,
He stabbed her, till she was dead.
Neighbors heard her cries for help,
But Churcher, he wouldn't yelp,
He laid her body out for all to see,
A cold-blooded killer, that was he.
He said it was self-defense, that's what he claimed,
But the doctors said the evidence was framed,
The wounds on her hands showed she fought for her life,
Against her lover and his knife.
Convicted and sentenced to the gallows high,
Churcher faced death, he could not deny,
Executed for his crime, justice was done,
And Sophia Jane Hepworth's life was gone.
Now this tale of murder and woe,
Is a sad reminder of how low,
One can sink when consumed with rage,
And the consequences of such a terrible page.