Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Newry Highwayman, artist - The Dubliners. Date of issue: 04.03.2009
Song language: English
The Newry Highwayman |
| 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 |