Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roving Blade, artist - Ilsa. Album song Tutti Il Colori Del Buio, in the genre Date of issue: 09.01.2010
Record label: A389
Song language: English
Roving Blade |
| In Newry town, I was bred and born |
| On Stephen’s Green now I die in scorn |
| I served my time on the saddler’s trade |
| But I was bound to be a roving blade |
| At seventeen I took a wife |
| Loved him dearer than I loved my life; |
| And for to keep him both fine and gay |
| I to robbing on the King’s highway |
| I never robbed any poor man yet |
| Nor any tradesmen did I beset |
| But I robbed lords and their ladies bright |
| And brought their jewels home to my hearts delight |
| I robbed Lord Golding I do declare |
| And Lady Monsel in Grosvenor Square |
| Shut their shutter, bade them goodnight |
| Then home I went to my heart’s delight |
| To Covent Garden I made my way |
| With my dear wife for to see the play; |
| Lord Fielding’s men did me pursue |
| And taken was I by the cursed crew |
| My father cried Oh my darling son! |
| My wife he cried I am undone! |
| My mother tore her white locks and cried |
| That in the cradle I should have died |
| When I am dead and in my grave |
| A flashy funeral pray let me have; |
| Six highwaymen for to carry me |
| Give them good broadswords and their liberty |
| Six pretty maids to bear my pall |
| Give them white garlands and ribbons all |
| And when I’m dead they may speak the truth |
| He was a wild and wicked youth |