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 Through streets, broad streets, and lanes also,

I robb’d Lords, Dukes and Earls,

Myself in grandeur to maintain,

And to support my girls.

I never robb’d a poor man in my life

But those of a high character;

I robb’d nigh unto Turnham-green,

A revenue Collector.

Five hundred pounds I took from him,

And smiling it was ready,

A hundred guineas of bright gold,

I did return his lady.

Wherever I saw the distressed poor,

When poverty did grieve them,

I always found my heart inclin’d,

By money to relieve them.

I laid upon the rich and great,

To rob the poor I scorned,

Unless that God prevents my fate,

In doom I now lie borned!

For straight in Newgate I’m confin’d,

And by the law convicted;

Cyburn-tree proves my destiny

At which I’m much affrighted.