WILLIAM WINTER 1792 Last man to hang in Northumberland

Fear gripped his heart
ripped it apart
His trembling limbs
had knowledge of his sins
Hanging was the game
Survival was plain
nonsense he knew
So right on que
he the last one
swung on the gibbet
until his bones and flesh rotted.
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Posted: Aug 2019
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The gibbet is still there for all to see, the two ladies with him were hung in Newcastle

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yaspark
Red- thank you for sharing! Interesting story,
it turns out he was not the first in his family to get hanged
EXRED
yes yaspak but by todays standards his entry into this world was set with very bad examples
EXRED
doh sorry thankyou for reading and taking time to look up facts handshake
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