| In Newry town I was bred and born
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| In Stephens Green now I lie in scorn
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| I served me time at the saddler’s trade
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| I always was a roving blade
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| I always was a roving blade
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| At seventeen I took a wife
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| I loved her dearer than I loved me life
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| And so to keep her both fine and gay
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| I went out robbing on the king’s highway
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| I went out robbing on the king’s highway
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| I never robbed a poor man yet
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| Nor lately caused anyone to fret
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| But I robbed lords and ladies fine
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| And I carried the gold home to me heart’s delight
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| I carried the gold home to me heart’s delight
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| I robbed Lord Baldwin, I do declare
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| And Lady Manswell up in Grovenors Square
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| I closed me shutters and bade them good night
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| And I carried the gold home to me heart’s delight
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| I carried the gold home to me heart’s delight
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| To Covent Garden I made my way
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| With me dear wife for to see the play
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| The Fielding’s men there did me pursue
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| And I was taken by that cursed crew
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| Oh I was taken by that cursed crew
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| My father cried, «Oh me darling son»
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| My wife, she cried, «Now I am undone»
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| My mother tore her gray locks and cried
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| It’s in the cradle I should have died
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| It’s in the cradle I should have died
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| When I am dead, I want for my grave
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| A flashy funeral pray let me have
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| Six highwaymen for to carry me
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| Oh give them broadswords and sweet liberty
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| Oh give them broadswords and sweet liberty |