| «If this horrid traffic in human flesh be not, by some means or other,
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| prevented, the churchyards will not be secure against the shovel of the
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| midnight plunderer, nor the public against the dagger of the midnight assassin.
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| «- Editorial, The Lancet newspaper 1829
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| «…when there is a difficulty in obtaining bodies, and their value is so great,
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| you absolutely throw a temptation in the way of these men to commit murder for
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| the purpose of selling the bodies of their victims.» |
| — Sir Henry Halford,
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| May 1828
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| Dr. Knox: Cold stiffs may fetch five sovereigns Warmer bodies a few schilling
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| more Trade in death to make a living
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| Ghastly currency of gore
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| Your cadaveric chores, so
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| Chorus: Unspeakable!
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| Dr. Knox: The freshest of corpses through most heinous courses Chorus:
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| Unspeakable!
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| Dr. Knox: The warmer the corpse The more rich the reward
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| In this foul trade of flesh, bone and gore
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| Dr. Knox: Fresher specimens are ever needed The scalpel thirsts for still-warm
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| death Law and decorum should go unheeded When prices soar for a pound of flesh
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| So I may slice up what’s left
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| Chorus: Unspeakable!
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| Hare: Just think what we’ll gain When we harvest the slain Chorus:
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| Unspeakable!
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| Hare: And the throats we would slit Would never be missed Chorus: Unspeakable!
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| Burke: And so business is furthered By cold-blooded murder? |
| Chorus:
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| Unspeakable!
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| Dr. Knox: The demand has increased
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| For the freshly deceased
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| And so now the living you’ll reap
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| Hare: The cemeteries crawl with sentries
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| The sexton demands his bribe
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| Graveyard gates ensure their entries
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| Remain inhumed inside
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| Yet another source of bodies
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| Surrounds us every day
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| Is not every soul but a corpse to be?
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| And should we not just speed them on their way?
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| Solo — Matthew Harvey
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| Solo — Michael Burke
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| Chorus: Unspeakable!
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| Burke: Compunction be dashed
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| Though this course may seem rash
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| Chorus: Unspeakable!
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| Hare: There's so much more profit
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| When we fill the coffins
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| Chorus: Unspeakable!
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| Hare: The tramps and the urchins
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| We’ll make fodder for surgeons
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| Chorus: Unspeakable!
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| Dr. Knox: They live lives without worth
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| Death cannot be much worse
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| Wretched ways to make your purse burst
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| Chorus: Unspeakable! |