Newry Highwayman Lyrics - Singles - Boiled In Lead

In Newry Town I was bred and born 

In Steven's Green now I'll die in scorn. 

I served my time to the saddling trade 

but I turned out to be, I turned out to be a roving blade. 

At seventeen I took a wife 

I loved her dearly as I love life 

And for to keep both fine and gay 

I took to robbing, I took to robbing on the King's highway. 

I never robbed any poor man yet 

Nor any tradesman has cause to fret 

I rob the lords and their ladies bright 

I take their jewels, I take their jewels to my heart's delight. 

To Covent Garden I make my way 

With my dear wife for to see the play 

Lord Fielding's corps they did me pursue 

And I was taken, I was taken by that cursed crew. 

My father cried, "Oh, my darling son" 

My wife she wept and said, "I'm undone" 

My mother tore her white locks and cried, 

"'Twas in the cradle, 'twas in the cradle that he should have died." 

And when I'm dead and in my grave 

A flashy funeral pray let me have 

With six bold highwaymen to carry me 

Give them good broadswords, good broadswords and liberty. 

Six pretty maidens to bear my pall 

Give them white ribbons and garlands all 

For when I'm dead, aye they'll speak the truth 

He was a wild and a wicked youth.