Bring us More Liquor

Neville

Bring us More Liquor

 

Bring us more liquor

rum whiskey and ale

 

Tis the sound of

Old Pierrepoint’s slippered footstep

 

That make us villains

Grow whiter than pale

 

Bring on the gin, the cider and wine

Tis the long drop

Awaits us on the first stroke of nine

 

Having now made my peace

and with my conscience gin clear

 

I have no further wants

and nowt else to fear …

 

I shall now take my leave and bid you

All dear

Tis the long drop awaits ………………….

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 13th, 2020 03:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: For those who may not be aware, Albert Pierrepoint was the last official executioner in the UK who oversaw more than 600 individual souls take the 'long drop' .. he was apparently a quiet and loving family man who came from a long line of official executioner .. I am not entirely happy with the title so if any one can come up with one, I would be most grateful .... thank you ........................................................................... Neville
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  • Fay Slimm.

    Have learnt a new name with a most gruesome calling from this sombre but well captured versing today Nev - - the title seems apt - but oh that number of long drops Albert had seen makes me shudder for his hapless family who could never have thought his official position was fun ......................x

    • Neville



      Thank you far more than just kindly and muchly Fay ..................

      ............ Neville

    • Goldfinch60

      It is amazing that Pierrepoint could do his job, he obviously had the ability to put his work in a separate cupboard in his mind and only open it when he had to do his work.
      Wonderful words Neville, and I am so glad the ‘long drop’ is no longer with us.

      Andy

      • Neville



        I'm with you all the way Andy .. Many thank you's my friend ..

        ... Neville

      • dusk arising

        I'm gonna be a train driver when I grow up, what you gonna be Albert?

        What's ya favourite card game Albert - SNAP?

        I just read Goldfinch's comment about Pierrepoint not taking his work home with him and giggled, well neither does a sewerman.

        A delightfully dark piece today yet full of respect for the man who's job none would vie for.

        • Neville



          your comment here made me smile .. a sobering set of thoughts DA and always appreciated ...

          Your mate, Neville

        • Lorna

          Suggestion: "Pierrepoint’s Slippered Footstep" - must have been the worst sound they could ever have heard!

          • Neville



            Yes, I'm sure it was Lorna .. thank you for checking in today ..

          • orchidee

            Well, there's the line, not that I subscribe to it....... He got rid of some human rubbish; it saved the tax-payer the cost of keeping them; why, we could save thousands today if it was brought back'. But how much does rope cost? Do shut up Orchi. lol.
            Erm, a materialsitic view there.

            • Neville


              I know for certain you are not the only one to who might have thought like that ... I am glad you are not a subscriber though Orchidee, or I might have been forced to cancel your subscription ..

              do you what though, I really appreciate your contribution today and thank you ..

              ... Neville

              • orchidee

                Thanks Neville. Then I thought - does Poundland sell that rope? Call me Scrooge!

              • Dove

                Pub owner and a hangman “ what do patrons say. “ Good to the last drop” just kidding,
                A well written poem, you never fail to entertain or teach

                • Neville



                  Thank ye kindly RB you just had me guffawing into me hanky ... ya know what they say dont ya .. no.. nowt about eggs .. No noose is good noose 🙂



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