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I am a darling higliwayman,

My name is Tine O’ Harrow,

I’m come of poor but honest folks

Nigh to the hills of Yarrow.

For getting of a maici with child,

For England I sail’d over.

Leaving my parents almost wild,

Since I became a Rover;

Then slight to London I did go

Where I became a soldier.

Resolved to fight Britannia’s foes,

Great Hector ne’er was bolder.

They sent me to a foreign court,

Where cannons loud did rattle,

Believe me boys, I do not boast,

How I behaved in battle.

For many’s the battle I’ve been in.

In Holland and French Flanders

I always fought with a courage keen,

Led on by brave commanders.