In Newlyn Town I was bred and born
At Stephen's Green there I die in scorn
I served me time at the saddling trade
And I was always
And I was always a roving blade
At seventeen I took a wife
And I loved her dear as I loved me life
To keep her happy both night and day
I went a robbing
I went a robbing on the broad highway
I robbed Lord Golding I do declare
And Lady Mansfield in Grosvenor Square
I shut the shutters and bid them good night
And home I took my loot
And home I took my loot to my heart's delight
To Covent Garden we went straightway
To Covent Garden to see a play
Ned Fielding's gang there did me pursue
And I was taken
And I was taken by that cursed crew
And when I'm dead and go to my grave
A fine and flashy funeral let me have
With six bold highwaymen to carry me
Give them broadswords
Oh give them broadswords and sweet liberty
Oh six pretty doxies to carry my pall
Give them white ribbons and gloves and all
That when I'm gone they will tell me true
There goes a wild young man
There goes a wild young man and a wicked youth