Boiled In Lead Newry Highwayman
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.
