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The Boston Buglar

The Boston Buglar – Irish Song

Lyrics of The Boston Buglar

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