In Newry Town I was bred and born

In Stephen's Green, now I die in scorn

I spent my time in the saddling trade

But I turned out to be

But I turned out to be a roving blade.

At Seventeen I took a wife

I loved her dearly as I loved my life

And for to keep her both fine and gay

I went a robbing -- went a robbing on the King's Highway.

The Newry Highwayman

I never robbed any poor man yet

Nor any tradesman did I beset

But I've robbed lords and ladies bright

And took their gold home -- took their gold home to my heart's delight.

The Newry Highwayman

I robbed Lord Golding I do declare

And Lady Mansfield in Grosvenor Square

I shut the shutters and bade them goodnight

And took their gold home -- took their gold home to my heart's delight.

The Newry Highwayman

To Covent Garden I made my way

With my dear wife for to see the play

Lord Fielding's men they did me pursue

And I was taken -- I was taken by the cursed crew.

My father cried "oh my darling son" My wife she wept and said "I am undone." My mother tore her white locks and cried "Twas in the cradle -- twas in the cradle he should have died."

And when I'm dead and in my grave

A fancy funeral pray let me have

With six bold highwaymen to carry me

Give them good broadswords

Give them broadswords and liberty.

Six pretty maidens to bear my pall

Give them white dresses and garlands all

And when I'm dead they will speak the truth

He was a wild and -- he was a wild and a wicked youth.

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