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Lyrics for:
Newry Highwayman, The

Sheet Music (and more information about this song)

In Newry town I was bred and born,
In Stephen's 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 Grovenor's 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 my dear wife for to see the play,
Lord 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.


Discography: Solas
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