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Allan Tine o' Harrow (1826)
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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 Yarrow.
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 Britania's foes,
great Hector ne'er was bolder.
They sent me to a foreign court,
where cannons loud did rattle,
Believe me boys I do not boast,
how I behaved in battle

For many's the battle 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,
On 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,
there should no man deprive me.
I slept into the fields all night,
for fear of being detected,
I could not walk the road by day,
lost I should be suspected.

I being of a 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 dont '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 pounds in ready gold,
to me he did deliver.
His gold, repeating watch likewise,
to me he did surrender,
I thought it a most gallant prize,
when he this gold did tender.

With part of this sad money I got,
I bought a famous gelding,
That over a five bar gate cou'd 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 sat with speed,
no man I new 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 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 confin'd,
and by the law convicted,
Tyburn-tree proves my destiny,
at which, I'm much afrighted.
Farewell my home and countrymen,
and the ancient hills of Tarrow,
Kind Providence may rest the soul,
of Allan Tine o' Harrow.