Boston Burglar

Boston Burglar

I was born in the town of Boston,
A town 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 sporting lad
At the age of twenty-three

My character was taken
And I was sent to Jail
My friends they came and tried in vain
To get me out on bail
The jury found me guilty
The clerk he wrote it down
The Judge he passed the sentence
I was bound for Charlestown

They sent me on the eastbound train
One cold December day
And every station we passed through
You could hear the people say
” there goes the Boston Burglar
In cold chains he isbound
‘for one crime or another
He is bound for Charlestown.”

There was my aged father
A standing at the bar
Likewise me dear old mother
A tearing down her hair
She was tearing down her old grey locks
And trembling as she said
“My son, my son what have you done
To be taken to Charlestown?”

There lives a girl in Boston
A girl that I love well
If ever I gain my liberty
It’s with that girl I’ll dwell
If ever I gain my liberty
There are two things I’ll shun
That being a night street walker
And drinking of the rum

Now come all ye men of Boston
take warnin’ if you can
and never roam the streets at night
breaking laws of God and man
for if you do you’ll surely rue
and you’ll wind up like me
serving up full twenty years in the penitentiary


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