In Newry town I was bred and born In Stephens Green now I lie in scorn I served me time at the saddlers trade I always was a roving blade I always was a roving blade At seventeen I took a wife I loved her dearer than I loved me life And so to keep her both fine and gay I went out robbing on the kings highway I went out robbing on the kings highway I never robbed a poor man yet Nor lately caused anyone to fret But I robbed lords and ladies fine And I carried the gold home to me hearts delight I carried the gold home to me hearts delight I robbed Lord Baldwin, I do declare And Lady Manswell up in Grovenors Square I closed me shutters and bade them good night And I carried the gold home to me hearts delight I carried the gold home to me hearts delight To Covent Garden I made my way With me dear wife for to see the play The Fieldings men there did me pursue And I was taken by that cursed crew Oh I was taken by that cursed crew My father cried, Oh me darling son My wife, she cried, Now I am undone My mother tore her gray locks and cried Its in the cradle I should have died Its in the cradle I should have died When I am dead, I want for my grave A flashy funeral pray let me have Six highwaymen for to carry me Oh give them broadswords and sweet liberty Oh give them broadswords and sweet liberty
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 01:22:53 +0000