Irish Song Lyrics 
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Boston Burglar 
I was born and raised in Boston, a place 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 gaol 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 his sentence I was bound for Charlestown 
They placed me on an 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 is bound For one crime or another, he is bound for Charlestown 
Turnaround 
So all of you have freedom, take warning if you can And don't go round the streets at night Breaking laws of common man For if you do you'll surely rue, and become a man like me Serving up twenty-one long years, in the penitentiary Serving up twenty-one long years, in the penitentiary