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58 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
The judge then read my sentence, the clerk he wrote
it down, Said, "For seven long and weary years you're going
to Jefferson town."
To see my aged father come pleading at the bar,
To see my aged mother a-pulling her gray hair,
Yes, pulling those gray locks, my boy, and the tears
came streaming down, Said she, "My son, what have you done? You're
going to Jefferson town."
They put me on board an eastern train one cold and
stormy day, And every station that I passed I heard the people say, "There goes that noted burglar, in iron he's bound
down, For robbing of the Boston bank he's going to Jefferson
There is a girl in Boston, I know she loves me well If e'er I gain my liberty 'tis with this girl I'll dwell; If e'er I gain my liberty, bad company I'll shun, I'll bid adieu to night-walking and also drinking rum.
Come all you jolly fellows, a warning take of me, And never go night-walking and shun bad company, For if you do, you'll surely rue, and you'll be sent
like me, For robbing of the Boston bank to the penitentiary.