Carole Anne Berry (A.k.a. Burlitz)

Mary Jane Kelly was the last victim of Jack the Ripper. She was the youngest (25 years old) and allegedly the prettiest of the Ripper victims and has held the rapt attention of many Ripper authors and enthusiasts for well over a century.

She was and still remains the most enigmatic of all the Ripper victims and has become an almost ‘mythic’ figure in the Ripper legend. She was found on the morning of the Lord Mayor’s show 9 November 1888 in her own room (again different to the other victims) at 13 Millers Court by a young man who came round to collect her outstanding rent money.

The extent of the injuries inflicted upon her body defied belief and shocked even the most hardened of experts (policemen, doctors, coroners) dealing with the Ripper case at the time. The unknown killer was named well. She was literally ripped apart!! The contemporary photograph taken proves it. However, ‘despite her body, torn and stained’ . . . the essence of Mary Jane Kelly ‘ still remains’.

This is her song and her story.

Sleep softly Mary
You're peaceful in your eternal slumber
Sleep softly Mary
You're more than just, more than just a number to me.

Cobbled streets and run down houses
Titled consciences arouses
Gin soaked harlots lie in entries
Products of a noble gentry

Sleep softly Mary
(repeat as above)

You lived you loved, you laughed you cried
Did that matter when you died?
Youth and beauty snatched away
Just another less to pay

Sleep softly Mary

Instrumental break / refrain

Despite your body torn and stained
Fire and passion still remains
Defying death and time that's passed
Your silent memory will last

Why must you have sunk so low
Lying in that squalid row
You were not one of their kind
How could they have been so blind

Cobbled streets and run down houses . . .

In Manchester, then as now, the unspeakable crimes of Ian Brady and Myra Hindley were very much the elephant in the room. ‘The Moors Murders cast a great shadow over the heart of the city, and Manchester would never be the same’ as Dave Haslam put it. In many ways these despicable acts pervade the Manchester atmosphere like the rain.

. . . extract above from ‘Leave The Capital‘ by Paul Hanley