Lyrics Jinny Bingham's Ghost - Frank Turner
If
you′re
heading
down
to
Camden
Town
Be
sure
to
raise
a
toast
To
the
patron
saint
of
the
waifs
and
strays
To
Jinny
Bingham's
ghost
Once
she
was
a
fresh-faced
lass,
from
Kentish
Town
she
came
Her
people,
they
were
peddlers,
Jinny
Bingham
was
her
name
With
her
husband
Gypsy
George
a
Camden
coach
house
they
did
keep
′Til
they
hung
him
by
his
neck
from
Tyburn
Tree
for
stealing
sheep
It
broke
her
heart
to
lose
her
love
when
she
was
just
a
child
So
a
man
named
Derby
took
the
hand
of
Jinny,
meek
and
mild
He
was
a
drinker,
not
a
thinker,
daily
brought
his
wife
to
tears
'Til
one
Camden
winter
morning,
Derby
simply
disappeared
If
you're
heading
down
to
Camden
Town
Be
sure
to
raise
a
toast
To
the
patron
saint
of
the
waifs
and
strays
Jinny
Bingham′s
ghost
She
earned
her
reputation
on
those
bitter
Camden
streets
If
you′d
tarry
with
the
Bingham
girl,
you'd
hold
your
manhood
cheap
But
even
so
the
miser
Pitcher
was
the
third
man
on
her
lips
′Til
one
night
they
checked
her
oven,
found
him
burned
up
to
a
crisp
They
tried
her
for
his
murder,
thought
they'd
finally
cooked
her
goose
But
even
when
the
next
man
died,
Jinny
somehow
slipped
the
noose
He
was
a
fugitive
from
justice,
for
love
she
took
him
in
But
he
beat
her
once
too
often
and
the
poison
did
him
in
If
you′re
heading
down
to
Camden
Town
Be
sure
to
raise
a
toast
To
the
patron
saint
of
the
waifs
and
strays
To
Jinny
Bingham's
ghost
The
locals
didn′t
like
her,
false
words
followed
her
around
They
called
her
wicked
woman,
sorceress
of
some
renown
They
swore,
upon
the
gravestones
of
her
husbands
she'd
grown
rich
The
ribald
and
the
righteous,
they
knew
she
was
a
witch
But
the
reason
she
was
hated
was
a
simple
one
indeed
She
had
kindness
for
the
careless,
she
took
in
those
in
need
The
guilty
and
the
gamblers,
the
harlots
and
the
whores
All
knew
that
Jinny
offered
sanctuary
at
her
bar
No
judgement
for
the
judged,
and
you
can
never
fall
too
far
On
the
day
she
died,
they
swore
they
saw
the
devil
by
her
side
A
mob
broke
down
her
door
and
from
her
chair
her
body
pried
The
tavern
is
still
standing,
it's
now
called
The
Underworld
And
it
still
offers
sanctuary
for
all
broken
boys
and
girls
So
let′s
head
on
down
to
Camden
Town
And
folks,
let′s
raise
a
toast
To
the
patron
saint
of
the
waifs
and
strays
Jinny
Bingham's
ghost
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