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Thread #66066   Message #3086953
Posted By: GUEST,Sunflower13
01-Feb-11 - 10:42 PM
Thread Name: Chord Req: Alan Tyne o' Harrow
Subject: ADD: Alan Tyne o' Harrow
Duncan Cameron does a great version of this song. I don't know chords, but the lyrics I know are:

ALLAN TYNE OF HARROW

I am a bold young highwayman
Me name is Tyne of Harrow
I come from poor but honest folk
Near to the hills of Yarrow
But getting of a maid with child
For England I sailed over
I left me parents and became
A wild and daring rover

Straight to London I did go
Where I became a soldier
Resolved to fight Brittania'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
Brought 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 of my liberty
That no one could deprive me
I slept into the woods by night
By all my friends forsaken
I dared not walk the roads by day
For fear I would be taken

But being of a courage keen
And likewise able-bodied
I robbed Lord Lownes on the King's highway
With pistols heavy-loaded
I clapped the pistols to his breast
Which set his heart a-quiver
Five hundred pounds 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-bar gate could jump
I bought him from Ned Fielding
Lord Arkenstone unto his coat
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
The 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 scorned
And now in iron chains I'm bound
In doom I now lie borned

And now at Newgate I'm confined
And by the laws convicted
To hang on Tyburn tree's my fate
At which I'm much a-frighted
Farewell, me friends and countrymen
And me native hills of Yarrow
Kind Providence will test the soul
Of Allan Tyne of Harrow