Matty Groves - all the essential ingredients, sex, murder, 57 verses.

I'm jealous now - I put together bits from a few different versions and mine was still only 29 verses. I guess there are a few places where it could be spun out a bit more - I'll have to work on it.

Right well I like your wardrobe, he replied,
And also your new candelabra,
But as he spoke, he with anguish sighed,
For he didn't like the way this conversation was going...