Bonnie wood of Craigie lea/Allan Tine o'Harrow

by Anonymous

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ALLAN TINE O'HARROW.

I am a daring highwayman,
 my name is Tine O'Harrow,
I'm come of poor but honest folks,
 nigh to the hills of Tarrow.
For getting of a maid with child,
 for England I sail'd over,
Leaving my parents almost wild,
 since I became a Rover.

Then straight 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 coast,
 where cannons loud did rattle,
Believe me, boys I do not boast,
 how I behaved in battle

For many's the battle that I've been in,
 in Holland and French Flanders
I always fought with a courage keen,
 led on by brave commanders
I always fought with a courage keen,
 and aye was valiant hearted,
Oa account of the usage that I got,
 alas! I soon deserted.

Then straight for England I set sail,
 as fast as wind could heave me,
Resolv'd that of my liberty,
 no man should e'er deprive me.
I slept into the fields all night,
 for fear of being detected
I could not walk the road by day,
 lest I should be suspected.

I being of courage keen,
 and likewise able bodied,
To stand the road was my intent
 with my pistols heavy loaded,
To rob upon the king's highway,
 was my determination
And for a robbery I was bent,
 no other hesitation.

The very first man that ever I robb'd,
 he was a Lord of honour
I own this man I did assault,
 all in a roguish manner
Says I, my Lord your gold I want,
 make no delay, but give it,
For if you don't, 'tis my intent,
 by powder and ball to have it.

I clapt my pistol to his breast,
 which made him for to shiver,
Five hundred poun's of ready gold,
 to me he did surrender
His gold, repeating watch, likewise,
 to me he did surrender,
I thought it a most gallant prize,
 when be this gold did tender.

With part of this same money I got,
 I bought a famous gelding,
That over a five bar gate could jump,
 I bought him from Mr Fielding.
When I was mounted on my steed,
 I looked most bold and daring,
Then to the road I let with speed,
 no man I now was fearing.

That night I robb'd lord Arkinstone,
 nigh unto Covent Garden,
And two or three hours after that,
 I robb'd the Earl of Warren.
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 the of high character,
I robb'd nigh unto Turnhan-green,
 a revenue Collector.
Fire 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,
 is doom I now lie borned.

For straight in Newgate I'm confin'd
 and by the law convicted
Tyburn-tree proves my destiny,
 at which I am much affrighted,
Farewell, my home and countrymen,
 and the ancient hills of Tarrow,
Kind Providence may rest the soul
 of Allan Tine O'Harrow.

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