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Boiled In Lead

Newry Highwayman

  folk rock  folk  celtic  world  folk punk
384 3 часа назад

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In Newry Town I was bred and bornIn Steven`s Green now I`ll die in scorn.I served my time to the saddling tradebut I turned out to be, I turned out to be a roving blade.At seventeen I took a wifeI loved her dearly as I love lifeAnd for to keep both fine and gayI took to robbing, I took to robbing on the King`s highway.I never robbed any poor man yetNor any tradesman has cause to fretI rob the lords and their ladies brightI take their jewels, I take their jewels to my heart`s delight.To Covent Garden I make my wayWith my dear wife for to see the playLord Fielding`s corps they did me pursueAnd 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 graveA flashy funeral pray let me haveWith six bold highwaymen to carry meGive them good broadswords, good broadswords and liberty.Six pretty maidens to bear my pallGive them white ribbons and garlands allFor when I`m dead, aye they`ll speak the truthHe was a wild and a wicked youth.

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