WOW! I finally made a link that works.
I think that the clip was put on youtube by one of our own, Mudcatter Amergin.

Regarding the origin of this song, some say that it was originally English (Alan Tyne of Harrow?) other like Jim Carroll above, claim it's Scottish (Ballantyne O'Hara), but I demurr to the opinions of two excellent researchers both of whom concluded that the song is Irish. The late and much missed Mudcatter Frank Harte was one and Mudcatter John Moulden is the other.

I'll post the lyrics as I sing them here.

VALENTINE O'HARA

I am a valiant highwayman,
Called Valentine O'Hara,
I come of poor, but honest folks
Nigh to the hill of Tara.
For getting off a maid with child
For England I sailed over.
I left my parents and became
A wild and daring rover.

Well straight to England I did go,
Where I became a soldier
Resolved to fight Britannia's foes,
Not Hector great was bolder.
They sent 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 found me out
And I was flogged and carted.
Cruel abusage there 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 I being of a courage keen
And likewise able bodied
I robbed Lords Louth on the King's highway
With pistols heavy loaded.
I clapped the pistols to his breast
Which made his heart aquiver,
500 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 yard gate could jump
I bought him from Ned Fielding.
Lord Arkinson all his coach
I robbed at Covent Garden
And two hours later that same night
I robbed an Earl at Warren.

One night I robbed at Turner 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 Tara,
Kind providence shall test the soul
Of Valentine O'Hara.

Fergus