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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 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 aid 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 conn’d

and by the law convicted,

Tyburn-tree proves my destiny,

at which, I’m much afrighted.