Come all you good people that go out a-tiplin'
I pray you give attention and listen to me song
I'll sing you a ditty of a jolly bold robber
Stood seven feet high and proportioned quite strong
Well, he robbed Lawyer Morgan and old Lady Dawkins
Five hundred bright guineas from each one of them
And as he was a-strollin' he spied a young sailor
And bold as a lion he stood up to him
"And over your money, you saucy young sailor
There's plenty o' bulk in your pockets, I see"
"Aye, aye", said the sailor, "plenty of money
But while I have life, well, I've got none for thee
Well, I just left me ship, gave the press-gang the slip
And I'm off up to London, me sweetheart to see
With forty bright sovereigns to pay our sweet lodgings
So I pray you, bold robber, don't take them from me"
But the robber caught hold of this gallant young sailor
With a blow like a poleaxe fell into the ground
"Aye, aye", said the sailor, "you struck me quite heavy
But now I'll endeavor to repay you in kind"
So then both they stripped and like tigers they skipped
And they fought life for life like soldiers in the field
At the ninety-seventh meeting it was they're competing
For this gallant young sailor the robber he killed
And down then he looked on this bloodstained old robber
"I hope you'll forgive me, bold fellow", says he
"But if I had just lifted one thousand bright guineas
Well, I'm damned if I'd have stopped a poor sailor like me"
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