I am a gallant highwayman

My name is Tyne of Harrow

I come of poor but honest folk

Nigh to the hills of Yarrow

Twas for getting of a maid with

Child to England I came over

I left my parents and became

A wild and daring rover

And straight to London I came down

Where I became a soldier

Resolved to fight Britannia's foes

No champion could be bolder

They sailed me to a foreign land

Where the cannon loud did rattle

And believe me lads I do not boast

How I behaved in battle

For it's many's the battle I was in

In Holland and French Flanders

I always fought with a courage keen

Led on by brave commanders

But a cruel ensign he called me out

And I was flogged and carted

So cruel the usage they gave me

And so I soon deserted

And straight to England I came back

As fast as wind could heave me

Resolved that of my liberty

No man could e'er relieve me

I slept by night in auburn fields

By all old friends forsaken

And I dared not walk the roads by day

For fear I should be taken

But being of a courage keen

And likewise able bodied

I robbed Lord Lowndes on the King's highway

With my pistols heavy loaded

I clapped my pistols to his breast

Which caused him for to quiver

And five hundred pound in ready gold

To me he did deliver

And part of my new store of gold

I bought a famous gelding

That could jump o'er a five-bar gate

I bought it from Ned Fielding

Lord Arkinstone in his fine coach

I robbed at Covent Garden

And two hours later at same night

I robbed the Earl of Warren

One night by Turnham Green I robbed

A revenue collector

And what I took form him I gave

To a widow to protect her

For I always robbed the rich

And great for to rob the poor I scorn-ed

Oh now they leave me to my fate

In iron chains adorn-ed

For straight in Newgate I am bound

And by the laws convicted.es

For to hang on Tyburn tree's my fate

Of which I'm much affrighted

Farewell my friends and countrymen

And my native hills of Yarrow

Kind providence will test the soul

Of Alan Tyne of Harrow