Come all you good people as goes out a-tippling,
Pray give attention and listen to me song.
I'll tell you all a story of a saucy bold robber,

He stood seven feet high, & in proportion quite strong.

Well he robbed lawyer Morgan and old Lady Dawkins;

Five hundred bright guineas from each one of them;
Oh and as he was patrolling a sailor he come a-strolling,
And bold as a lion he slewed up to him.


"Hand over your money, me gallant young sailor.
Tha's plenty of bulk in tha's pockets, I know."

"Oh, aye, "says the sailor, "I've got a bit o' money,
But I'm damned if I see why I'd give it to you.


For I've just left my ship I've give the press-gang the slip,
And I'm bound down to London my sweetheart to see.
Seven shiny sovereigns will pay our sweet lodgings,

So I pray you, bold robber, please leave it to me."

Then the robber caught hold of that gallant young sailor;

With a blow like a pick-axe felled him to the ground.
"Oh aye, "says the sailor, "You have struck me quite heavy,
And now I'll endeavour to repay you in kind."


Well it was then, boys, they stripped and like tigers they skipped,
And they fought blow for blow like two soldiers in the field.

At the ninety-seventh meeting it was the completing,
And the saucy bold robber by the sailor was killed.


Then the sailor looked down at that bloodstained bold robber.
"I hope you'll forgive me, dear fellow, " says he,
"But if I had just lifted a thousand bright guineas,

Well I'm damned if I'd have stopped a poor sailor like me."