Of all the wild deeds upon murder’s black list,
Sure none is so barbarous and cruel as this,
Which in these few lines unto you I’ll unfold,
The recital’s enough to turn your blood cold.
In the great town of London near Manchester square,
Jane Jones kept a mangle in South street we hear,
A gentleman’s coachman oft visiting came,
A cold-blooded monster, Dan Good was his name.
As a single man under her he made love,