Come all you true born Irishmen and listen to my song I am a bold buck navvy and I don't know right from wrong Of late I've been transported from Ireland's holy shore My case is sad my crime is bad I was born poor
Cricklewood Cricklewood You stole my youth away I was young and innocent You were old and grey
If you are born poor me lads it is a shocking state The judge will sit upon your crime and this he will relate I find the prisoner guilty and the law I must lay down Let him be transported straight away to Camden Town
Cricklewood Cricklewood You stole my youth away I was young and innocent You were old and grey
Take him down to Cricklewood and leave him in the pub Call the barman landlord then propose to him a sub Leave him down in Cricklewood mid mortar bricks and lime Let him rot in Cricklewood until the end of time.
Cricklewood Cricklewood You stole my youth away I was young and innocent You were old and grey
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