In Newry town, I was bred and born,
In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn.
I served me time at the saddling trade,
I always was a roving blade. (2x)
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. (2x)
I never robbed a poor man yet,
Nor lately caused anyone to fret.
But I robbed lords and ladies fine
I carried the gold unto me heart's delight. (2x)
I robbed Lord Golding I do declare,
And Lady Mansel, up in Grosvenor Square;
I closed the shutters and bid them good night.
I carried the gold unto me heart's delight. (2x)
To Covent Garden I made my way,
With me dear wife for to see the play;
Lord Fielding's gang they did me pursue,
And I was taken by that cursed crew. (2x)
My father cried, "Now, my darling son."
My wife she cried, "Now, I am undone."
My mother tore her white locks and cried,
"It's in the cradle I should have died." (2x)
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. (2x)
In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn.
I served me time at the saddling trade,
I always was a roving blade. (2x)
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. (2x)
I never robbed a poor man yet,
Nor lately caused anyone to fret.
But I robbed lords and ladies fine
I carried the gold unto me heart's delight. (2x)
I robbed Lord Golding I do declare,
And Lady Mansel, up in Grosvenor Square;
I closed the shutters and bid them good night.
I carried the gold unto me heart's delight. (2x)
To Covent Garden I made my way,
With me dear wife for to see the play;
Lord Fielding's gang they did me pursue,
And I was taken by that cursed crew. (2x)
My father cried, "Now, my darling son."
My wife she cried, "Now, I am undone."
My mother tore her white locks and cried,
"It's in the cradle I should have died." (2x)
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. (2x)