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Isn't that a room up there, over the shop?
If time's are so hard, why don't you rent it out?
That should bring in something
Up there?
Oh, no one will go near it
People think it's haunted
You see, years ago something happened up there
Something not very nice
There was a barber and his wife
And he was beautiful
A proper artist with a knife
But they transported him for life
And he was beautiful
Barker, his name was
Benjamin Barker
Transported? What was his crime?
Foolishness
He had this wife, y'see
Pretty little thing
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string
Poor thing
Poor thing
There were these two, y'see
Wanted her like mad
One of 'em a judge, t'other one his beadle!
Every day they'd nudge and they'd wheedle!
But she wouldn't budge from her needle!
Too bad
Pure thing
So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they did
Leavin' 'er with nothing but grief and a year-old kid!
Did she use her head even then? Oh no, God forbid!
Poor fool!
Ah, but there was worse yet to come, poor thing
Johanna
That was the baby's name, pretty little Johanna
Go on
My, you do like a good story, don't you?
Well, Beadle calls on her all polite
Poor thing
Poor thing!
The judge, he tells her is all contrite
He blames himself for her dreadful plight
She must come straight to his house tonight
Poor thing
Poor thing!
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Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing
They're 'avin' this ball all in masks!
There's no one she knows there, poor dear, poor thing!
She wanders tormented and drinks, poor thing!
The judge has repented, she thinks, poor thing!
'Oh, where is Judge Turpin,' she asks
He was there alright
Only not so contrite!
She wasn't no match for such craft, y'see
And everyone thought it so droll
They figured she had to be daft, y'see
So all of them stood there and laughed, y'see!
Poor soul!
Poor thing!
Oh, would no one have mercy on her!
So it is you
Benjamin Barker