Lyrics Jolly Bold Robber - Mixed - Stick in the Wheel

Come all you good people that go out a-tippling
I pray you give attention and listen to me song
I'll sing you a ditty of a jolly bold robber
Stood seven feet high, in proportion quite strong
Well he robbed Lawyer Morgan and old Lady Dawkings
Five hundred bright guineas from each one of them
And as he was a-strolling he spied a young sailor
And bold as a lion he slewed up to him
"Hand over your money, you saucy young sailor
There's plenty of bulk in your pockets I see."
"Aye aye," said the sailor, "I've plenty of money
But while I have life I've got none for thee
"Well I just left my ship, gave the press gang the slip
And I'm off up to London my sweetheart to see
With forty bright sovereigns to pay our sweet lodgings
So I pray you, bold robber, don't take them from me."
But the robber caught hold of this gallant young sailor
With a blow like a pole-axe felled him to the ground
"Aye aye," said the sailor, "You struck me quite heavy
But now I'll endeavour to repay you in kind."
So then both they stripped and like tigers they skipped
And they fought life for life like soldiers in the field
But the ninety-seventh meeting it was their completing
But this gallant young sailor the robber he killed
And down then he looked on this blood-stained old robber
"I hope you'll forgive me, old fellow," says he
"But if I had just lifted one thousand bright guineas
Well I'm damned if I'd have stopped a poor sailor like me."