The Newry Highwayman

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 liberty
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