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60 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
And every station I'd pass through I'd hear the people say— "There goes a noted burglar, In irons he is bound, And for some noted crime, sir, He's bound for Charlestown."
There lived in Boston city
A girl that I loved well,
And if ever I gain my liberty
Along with her I'll dwell,
If ever I gain my liberty
Bad company I'll shun
And night-walking and gambling
And likewise all bad rum.
If you that have your liberty
Just keep it while you can,
And act upon the square, my boy
Obey the laws of man;
For if you don't you'll surely rue,
Your fate will surely be,
Six months in the house erect,
Or the penitentiary.
24 (A) THE BUTCHER'S BOY
In Jersey City where I did dwell A butcher's boy I loved so well; |
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