The Boston Smuggler
1: As I was born in Boston, O a place ye as ken weel
Brought up with honest parents, the truth to you I will tell;
Brought up with honest parents, an brought up in genteel,
When I became a pris'ner at the age of twenty-one.
2: To see my old age father standing in the bar,
An to see my old age mother with her grey locks hung down;
The rears came gently to her eyes, and the tears they did as fa',
Crying. "Son, my son, whit's this you have done, to be sent to Charles Jail?"
3: My photograph wis taken and I was sent to jail;
My parents tried, but all in vain, to get me out in bail,
And the jury found me guilty and the clerk he wrote it down,
And I became a pris'ner at the age of twenty-one.
4: But I've got a girl in Boston and she's worrying about me,
But when my time is over with her I mean to dwell;
I will tell her of companions and of drinkin wine
When I became a pris'ner at the age of twenty-one.
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