Boston City |
I belong to Boston city boys, A place you all know well Brought up by honest parents, The truth to you I'll tell Brought up by honest parents And raised most tenderly Till I became a sporting lad At the age of twenty three.
2. My character was taken, | 3. I see my aged father, And he standing by the bar Likewise my aged mother, And she tearing of her hair The tearing of those old grey locks, And the tears came mingled down Saying,"John my son, what have you done, That you're bound for Charlestown."
4. There's a girl in Boston city, boys, |
5. You lads that are at liberty Should keep it while you can, Don't roam the street by night or day, Or break the laws of man. For if you do you're sure to rue, And become a lad like me, A-serving up your twenty-one years In the Royal Artillery. |