Текст песни Young Morgan - Martin Carthy

Young Morgan he be caught at last
Her trials he is laying
And isn′t it a pity that young man should die
Out of this world is going?
Standing bold like John of Gaunt
The world will soon admire
To see such a tall and swaggering blade
All in my rich attire
Oh, such a tall and swaggering blade
All out for gold and plunder
With spirits cocked and courage bold
And a voice that's loud like thunder
After sweet meat there comes sour sauce
Which sets my heart to weeping
For now, alas, I′m tried and caused
Out of this world I am going
As I come through the city gate
I heard some people talking:
Young Morgan, he has confessed and lost
His friends must follow after
I heard it through St. Giles's pound
Through Newgate and the city
Oh, isn't it a pity that young man should die?
He rides so high and pretty
But why should I refuse to die
Now here or ever after?
That Captain he lives on the van
His friends must follow after