The Boston Burglar (A song of dubious authorship. Sung by Eddie Biggins)

The Boston Burglar I was born and raised in Boston, 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 My character was taken, and I was sent to jail My friends they came and tried in vain, to get me out on bail The jury found me guilty, the clerk he wrote it down The Judge he passed his sentence, I was bound for Charlestown There was my aged father, a-standing at the bar; Likewise my aged mother, a-tearing of her hair; Yes, tearing of her old gray locks, while tears came pouring down, Saying, "Son, dear son, what have you done, that you're sent to Chralestown They placed me on an eastbound train one cold December day And every station we passed through you could hear the people say There goes the Boston Burglar, in chains his arms are bound For one crime or another, he is bound for Charlestown There lives a girl in Boston, a girl that I