Between Old Ford Bridge and Hackney Wick
And very near great London town.
They found a hat in the railway carriage,
Made in Crawford-street, St. Marylebone,
In which poor Thomas Briggs was riding,
On his journey to his home;
Alas, poor man, he little thought
That he would be deprived of life,
In the railway carriage, by a villain,
At ten o’clock that fatal night.