paroles de chanson The Newry Highway Man - The Dubliners
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.
1 Danny Farewell
2 Weile, Weile, Weile
3 The Waterford Boys
4 Button Pusher
5 Hey Johnny McGorry
6 For What Died the Song of Roisin?
7 Holy Ground
8 Saxon Shilling
9 Finegan's Wake
10 Avondale
11 Spanish Lady
12 James Larkin
13 Peat Bog Soldiers
14 Free the People
15 Home Boys Home
16 Schooldays Over
17 The Old Triangle
18 Fiddler's Green
19 The Gentleman Soldier
20 The Newry Highway Man
21 The West's Awake
22 Queens of the Fair
23 McAlpine's Fusilers
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