Adieu, adieu, hard was my fate,
I was brought up in a tender state.
Bad company did me entice,
I left off work and took bad advice.
It makes me now to lament and call,
Have pity on such fellows all
At 17 I took a wife, I loved her dear as I love my life
And to maintain her both fine and gay I went a robbing on the highway
I robbed Lord Goldwyn, I do declare,
And Lady Mancefield of Grosvenor Square,
But Fielding's gang did me pursue,
Taken I was by that cursed crew
Before Judge Hall then I was took,
Before Judge Hall then I was tried.
It's, "Harry Jones, this will not do,
My iron chest you have broke through."
Now when I'm dead and going to my grave
A pleasant funeral let me have,
Six highwaymen to carry me,
Give them broadswords and sweet liberty
Six blooming girls to bear up my pall,
Give them white hats and pink ribbons all
When I am dead, they may tell the truth,
There goes a wild undaunted youth.