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  13 <title>Roving Blade (Newry Highwayman)</title>
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  19 <h1 class="songtitle">Roving Blade (Newry Highwayman)</h1>
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  22 <p>Trad.<br />
  23 As performed by Bob Dylan in Reno, NV on March 17, 2000 (late show)<br />
  24 Tabbed and transcribed by Eyolf &Oslash;strem (based on lyrics from the
  25 mudcat cafe)</p>
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  29 <pre class="verse">
  30 C
  31 G  G7  F G
  32 C  Csus4  C  Csus4 F/c C
  33
  34          G                 F              C
  35 In Newry town, where I was bred and born,
  36 G                     F           G
  37 Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn.
  38             C                 F         C
  39 I served my time there to the saddlers' trade,
  40              G     F      C
  41 And I always was a roving blade.
  42
  43 At seventeen I took a wife,
  44 And I loved her dearer than I loved my life;
  45 And for to keep her both neat and gay,
  46 I went a-robbing on the King's highway.
  47
  48 I never robbed any poor man yet,
  49 Nor any tradesman did I beset;*)
  50 But I robbed lords and their ladies fair,
  51 And brought their jewels to my heart's delight.
  52
  53 To Covent Garden I made my way,
  54 With my dear wife for to see the play;
  55 Lord Fielding's men did me pursue,
  56 And taken was I by the cursed crew.
  57
  58 My father cried, &quot;My darling son.&quot;
  59 My wife she cried, &quot;I am undone.&quot;
  60 My mother tore her white locks and cried
  61 that in the cradle I should have died.
  62
  63 When I am dead and in my grave
  64 A flashy funeral pray let me have;
  65 Six highwaymen for to carry me.
  66 Give them broadswords and sweet liberty.
  67
  68 Six pretty fair maids to bear my Pall,
  69 Give them white garlands and ribbons all.*)
  70 And when I'm dead they will speak the truth,
  71 He was a wild and a wicked youth.
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  75
  76 <p>*) Dylan sings something else here</p>
  77
  78 <p>Additional fourth verse:</p>
  79
  80 <p> I robbed Lord Golding I do declare,<br />
  81  And Lady Mansel, in Grosvenor Square;<br />
  82  I shut the shutters and bad them good night.<br />
  83  And home I went then to my heart's delight.
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