The old baby farmer has been executed --
It's quite time that she was put out of the way.
She was a bad woman, it is not disputed,
Not a word in her favour can anyone say.

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  The old baby farmer, the wretched Mrs Dyer, 
  At the Old Bailey her wages is paid. 
  In times long ago we'd have made a big fyer 
  And roasted so nicely that wicked old jade. 

It seems rather hard to run down a woman, 
But this one was hardly a woman at all; 
To get a fine living in a way so inhuman, 
Carousing in luxury on poor girls' downfall. 

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Poor girls who fell from the straight path of virtue --
What could they do with a child in their arms?
The fault they committed they could not undo,
So the baby was sent to the cruel baby farms.

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To all these sad crimes there must be an ending --
Secrets like these for ever can't last.
For say as you like, there is no defending
The horrible tales we have read in the past.

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What did she think as she stood on the gallows,
Poor little victims in front of her eyes?
Her heart, if she had one, must have been callous;
The rope round her neck -- how quickly time flies.

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Down through the trapdoor, quickly disappearing,
The old baby farmer to eternity home.
The sound of her own death-bell she was hearing,
The murderess of children was sent from this world.

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