Bluegate Fields 1872
Who dares wander Bluegate Fields
solitary, all alone.
Through stinking streets and thereby yield
to the Devil and his own.
A dozen pairs of greedy eyes
squint covetous through the veil.
To walk these byways is unwise
and to drift beyond the pale.
The shadows pounce, strip you bare
they will steal your very soul;
beat you blue and leave you there
for Bluegate shall claim its toll.
Ragged children, thieving punks
cheek by jowl despairing.
Immoral women, maundering drunks;
In a cruel world uncaring
A Doctor and a policeman
or a hearse may venture in.
Bluegate Fields, to every man
is London’s deafening din.
Life is cheap in Bluegate Fields
death is a frequent stalker;
stray deeper in, your fate is sealed
so beware the reckless walker.