The Newry Highway Man - The Dubliners

In Newry Town I was bred and born

In Steven’s Green now I’ll die in scorn

I served my time to the saddling trade

But I turned out to be, I turned out to be a roving blade

At seventeen I took a wife

I loved her dearly as I love life

And for to keep both fine and gay

I took to robbing, I took to robbing on the King’s highway

I never robbed any poor man yet

Nor any tradesman has cause to fret

I rob the lords and their ladies bright

I take their jewels, I take their jewels to my heart’s delight

To Covent Garden I make my way

With my dear wife for to see the play

Lord Fielding’s corps they did me pursue

And I was taken, I was taken by that cursed crew

My father cried, «Oh, my darling son»

My wife she wept and said, «I'm undone»

My mother tore her white locks and cried

«'Twas in the cradle, 'twas in the cradle that he should have died.»

And when I’m dead and in my grave

A flashy funeral pray let me have

With six bold highwaymen to carry me

Give them good broadswords, good broadswords and liberty

Six pretty maidens to bear my pall

Give them white ribbons and garlands all

For when I’m dead, aye they’ll speak the truth

He was a wild and a wicked youth