In Newry town I was bred and born In Stephens Green now I lie in scorn I served me time at the saddler's 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 king's highway I went out robbing on the king's 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 heart's delight I carried the gold home to me heart's 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 heart's delight I carried the gold home to me heart's delight
To Covent Garden I made my way With me dear wife for to see the play The Fielding's 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 It's in the cradle I should have died It's 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 libertyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
