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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 (illegible text)conn’d
and by the law convicted,
Tyburn-tree proves my destiny,
