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