The Newry Highwayman - Anam Keltoi

In Newry town I was bred and born

In Stephens green now I lie in scorn

I served my 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 for to keep her both fine and gay

I went her robbing on the king's highway

I went her robbing on the king's highway

I've never robbed a poor man yet

Nor any tradesman 'cause I did fret

But I robbed Lords and ladies fine

I carried the gold home to me heart's delight

I carried the gold home to me heart's delight

To covent garden I took my way

With my dear wife for to see the play

The fielding's men there did me pursue

And taken was I by that cursed crew

Taken was I by that cursed crew

My father cried my darling son

My mother cried I am undone

My wife she tore her gray locks and cried

Lord in the cradle I should have died

Lord 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

Give them broadswords and sweet liberty

She's be different maidens to bear my pall

Give them white ribbons and garlands all

For when I'm dead they will speak the truth

He was a wild and a wicked youth

He was a wild and a wicked youth

In Newry town I was bred and born

In Stephens green now I lie in scorn

Ohh

I served my time at the saddler's trade

I always was a roving blade

I always was a roving blade

I always was a roving blade