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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 59
(B) CHARLESTOWN
I was born in Boston city, A place you all know well, Brought up by honest parents, And the truth to you I'll tell, Brought up by honest parents, And reared most tenderly, Till I became a roving lad At the age of twenty-three.
My character was taken
And I was sent to jail;
My friends they tried to clear me,
But it was of no avail.
The clerk he read the charges,
While Russell wrote it down,
Saying, " For some noted crime, sir,
You are bound for Charlestown."
To see my poor old father
A-raving at the bar,
Likewise my kind old mother,
A-tearing out her hair,
While tearing out those old gray locks,
The tears came rolling down
Saying, " Son, O son, what has thou done?
You're bound for Charlestown."
I was shipped on board of an east-bound
train, One dark December day;






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