| 歌曲 | The Newry Highwayman |
| 歌手 | Solas |
| 专辑 | Solas |
| 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 |
| 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 |