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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.