Here's the best guess after listening once more. I'm rather confident now but some of the proper names are guesses. Sorry for misspelling Dolores Keane's last name in the first post. The singer of this song on the LP 'Broken hearted I'll wander' is John Faulkner. For the tune go here and click on track nine.

Wolfgang

ALLAN TYNE OF HARROW
(VALENTINE O'HARA)

I am a bold young highwayman. My name is Tyne of Harrow.
I come from poor but honest folks near to the hills of Yarrow.
For getting of(f) a maid with child, for England I sailed over.
I left my parents and became a wild and daring rover.

Straight to London I did go, where I became a soldier.
Resolved to fight Britannia's foes, no sergeant-at-arms was bolder.
They shipped me to a foreign shore where cannons loud did rattle.
Believe me, boys, I do not boast how I behaved in battle.

Many's the battle I fought in, in Holland and French Flanders.
I always fought with a courage keen, led on by brave commanders.
But a cruel ensign called me out and I was flogged and carted.
Cruel the usage that I got, and so I soon deserted.

Straight to England I set sail as fast as wind could heave me,
Resolved that of my liberty, that no one should deprive me.
I slept into the woods by night, by all my friends forsaken.
I dared not to walk the roads by day for fear I should be taken.

But being of a courage keen and likewise able bodied,
I robbed Lord Lyons on the King's highway with pistols heavy loaded.
I clapped the pistols to his breast, which set his heart to quiver.
Five hundred pound in ready gold to me he did deliver.

With part of my new store of wealth, I bought a famous gelding
That over a five-barred gate could jump. I bought him from Ned Fielding.
Lord Arkinstone into his coach I robbed at Covent Garden,
And two hours later that same night, I robbed the Earl of Warren.

One night I robbed at Turnham Green a revenue collector,
And what I got I gave it to a widow to protect her.
I always robbed the rich and great. To rob the poor, I scorn it;
And now in iron chains I'm bound. In doom I now lie borne at.

It's now in Newgate I'm confined and by the laws convicted,
To hang on Tyburn tree's my fate, at which I'm much affrighted.
Farewell my friends and countrymen, and my native hills of Yarrow.
Kind providence shall test the soul of Allan Tyne of Yarrow.