Historical Folk - THE BOSTON BURGLAR lyrics

I was born in Boston City, a city you all know well, Brought up by honest parents, the truth to you I'll tell, Brought up by honest parents and raised most tenderly, Till I became a roving man at the age of twenty-three. My character was taken then, and I was sent to jail. My friends they found it was in vain to get me out on bail. The jury found me guilty, the clerk he wrote it down, The judge he pa**ed me sentence and I was sent to Charleston town. You ought to have seen my aged father a-pleading at the bar, Also my dear old mother a-tearing of her hair,