作词 : Traditional | |
In Newry town I was bred and born | |
In Stephens 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 Grovenors 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 me dear wife for to see the play | |
The 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 |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
In Newry town I was bred and born | |
In Stephens 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 Grovenors 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 me dear wife for to see the play | |
The 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 |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
In Newry town I was bred and born | |
In Stephens 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 Grovenors 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 me dear wife for to see the play | |
The 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 |