Read All About It !!'Orrible Murder!!
In the day before there were newspapers and before there were 24-hour news channels, the general public had to rely on what is called street literature to find out what was going on. The most popular form of this was the 'broadside' - the tabloid newspapers, if you will, of their day. Sometimes they were pinned up on walls in houses or ale-houses, or sold on the streets, not unlike newspapers of today, these single sheets carried public notices, news, speeches and songs and other topics of interest, that could be read (or sung) aloud, and the Murder of Maria Marten is a text book prefect example of this tabloid style, it fits right in, even today, there is actually an opera as well, which we'll provide a link to......anyway to the events surrounding this dreadful and chilling crime that took place in Polstead, Suffolk, in May 1827.
After a brief courtship, Corder told Marten that he wished to marry her, and visited her family's home to inform them about the arrangements for the ceremony. Instead of taking her to Ipswich, however, he took her to a part of his premises called the Red Barn and murdered her. After being found guilty by the jury, Corder then confessed to the crime. He was executed on the 11th of August, 1828. A broadsheet, supposedly written by Corder himself, though this was highly unlikely,( it was the fashion to say that these "confessional ballads" were written by the condemned person) was published in London by James Catnach about this crime, and, indeed, if it had been a record album, it would have been certified as a gold record for it sold over one million copies as recorded by Shirley Collins and The Albion Band
Murder of Maria Marten
“If you'll meet me at the Red Barn He straight went home and fetched his gun, Come all you thoughtless young men, My name is William Corder, I promised I would marry her I went unto her father's house With her heart so light she thought no harm After the horrid deed was done Now all things being silent For many a long month or more Her mother's mind being so disturbed She sent the father to the Barn My trial was hard, I could not stand, Her aged father standing by, Adieu adieu, my loving friends, So all young men who do pass by Trad. arr. Shirley Collins
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The Facts of The Case
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