A.L. Lloyd - The Robber's Song | Текст песни

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• The Robber's Song

My name is Abe Carman,
Me trade it is right charmin',
For you know there is no harm in
A little burglaree;
I live by taking chances
Like the heroes of Romances
And taking what I fancies
With bold audacitee!

There's wealth all for the taking
And there is no mistaking,
Me fortune I am making
With a little robberee;
No man shall be me master
As long as I run faster
Than those that would me blast for
A-taking things for free!

I've robbed the great and wealthy
In manner sly and stealthy.
But it's just to keep me healthy
As you can plainly see;
No watch, no ring, no clock it
Is not safe within your pocket
And 'twill avail you naught to lock it
From light-fingered genteree!

When the night it comes a-falling
I tend unto my calling,
Along the wall a-crawling
For petty larcenee;
There is no sweeter feeling
Than 'neath a window kneeling,
Then through the casement stealing
With the spoils of thieveree!

You should see how I do swagger
With me cudgel, gun and dagger
And safe within me saddle-bag
A sum of bright monee;
To see me count me plunder,
It would make you gape with wonder
And I'm sure quite soon you'd under-
Take some Break and Enteree!

While I've a mate to hold a candle
And an iron to break a handle
And a boy to spy the land then
I will rob both great and small;
Till me luck it do forsake me
On the day when they do take me
And on the gallows break me
And that'll pay for all!

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