Alba s touto skladbou:
Prodigal Sons,
In Newry Town I was bred and born,
In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn.
I served me time at the saddler's trade,
and I always was rovin' blade.
At seventeen I took a wife,
And I loved her dearer than I loved my life,
And for to keep her both fine and gay,
I went a'robbing on the King's highway.
I never robbed any poor man yet,
Nor any tradesman caused I to fret.
But I robbed lords and their ladies fine,
And carried their gold home to my heart's delight.
To Covent Garden I took my way
With my dear wife, for to see the play.
Lord Fielding's men, they did me pursue,
And taken was I by that cock-feathered crew.
My father cried, my darlin' son,
My wife she cried 'I am undone!'
My mother tore her white locks and cried,
That in the cradle I should have died.
When I am dead, aye and for my grave,
Nae flashy funeral pray let me have.
Six highwaymen for to carry me,
Give them broad swords and sweet liberty.
Six pretty fair maid to bear my pall,
Give them white ribbons and green gablins all.
When I am dead they make speak the truth,
He was a wild and a wicked youth.
In Newry town I was bred and born,
In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn.
I served me time at the saddler's trade,
And I always was a roving blade.
