The 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 jail,

My friends they came and tried in vain to get me out on

bail,

The jury found me guilty,and the clerk he wrote it down,

The judge he passed the sentence,I was bound for

Charlestown.

They placed me on an east bound train on a cold

December's day,

And every station we passed by you could hear the people

saw,

There goes the Boston burguler,in cold chains he is

bound,

For one crime or anothr he is bound for Charlestown.

All you who have your freedom,take warning if you can,

And dont go round the syreets at night,breaking laws of

God or man,

For if you do you'll surly loose and find yourself like

me,

Serving up full twenty years in a penatentury