Newry Town
In Newry town I was bred and born
In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn.
I served my time at the sadler's trade,
And I always was a roving blade.
At seventeen I took a wife,
And I loved her dearer than I loved my life.
And for to keep her both fine and gay,
I went a'robbing on the King's highway.
I never robbed any poor man yet,
Nor honest trader caused I to fret.
But I robbed lords and their ladies fine,
And carried the gold home to my heart's delight.
To Covent Garden I took my way,
With my dear wife, for to see the play.
Lord Fielding's men they did me pursue,
And taken was I by that cock-feathered crew.
My father cried "my darlin' son!"
My wife she cried "I am undone!"
My mother tore her white locks and cried,
That in the cradle I should have died.
When I am dead, ay and for my grave,
No fancy funeral pray let me have.
Six highwaymen for to carry me,
Give them broad swards and sweet liberty.
Six pretty fair maids to bear my pall,
Give them sweet roses and green garlands all.
When I am dead they may speak the truth He
was a wild and a wicked youth.
In Newry town I was bred and born
In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn.
I served my time at the sadler's trade,
And I always was a roving blade.
