The Newry Highwayman chords by Makem And Clancy

Key: Dm

Verse 1:
          Dm
In Newry town
I was bred and born
               Dm
In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn
             F                    Am
I served my time to the saddling trade
             Dm                      F
But I turned out to be, yes I turned out to be
   Am     Dm
A roving blade

Verse 2:
         Dm
At seventeen I took a wife
Dm
I loved her dearly as I loved my life
F                      Am
And to maintain her both fine and gay
Dm                 F
I took to robbing
I took to robbing
        Am         Dm
On the King's Highway.


Verse 3:
         Dm
I never robbed any poor man yet
          Dm
Nor any tradesman did I beset;
              F                     Am
I robbed the lords and the ladies bright
Dm                       F
And robbed their jewels, and robbed their jewels
        Am        Dm
For my heart's delight.


Verse 4:
               Dm
I robbed Lord Golding
I do declare
Dm
And Lady Mansell on Grosvenor Square;
              F                        Am
I shook the shutters and bid them goodnight
Dm                    F
And home I went then, and home I went then
       Am        Dm
To my heart's delight.


Verse 5:
           Dm
At Covent Garden I took my way
Dm
With my dear wife for to see the play;
                 F                    Am
Lord Fielding's gang, they did me pursue
           Dm               F
And I was taken, and I was taken
         Am     Dm
By that cursed crew.


Verse 6:
            Dm
My father cried "Oh, my darling son,"
             Dm
My wife she wept and cried "I am undone,"
           F                         Am
My mother tore her white locks and cried
Dm                      F
Saying "In the cradle," saying "In the cradle
         Am         Dm
Willie should have died."


Verse 7:
              Dm
And when I'm dead, aye and in my grave
Dm
A flashy funeral pray let me have
F                      Am
With six bold highwaymen to carry me;
                 Dm                          F
Give them good broadswords, give them good broadswords
           Am   Dm
And sweet liberty.


Verse 8:
            Dm
Six pretty maidens to bear my corpse
Dm
Give them white garlands and ribbons all;
              F                          Am
And when I'm dead, they will speak the truth
Dm                 F
He was a wild and, he was a wild
       Am     Dm
And a wicked youth.