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letra de the robber's song - peter bellamy

my name is abe carman, me trade it is right charmin’
for you know there is no harm in a little burglaree;
i live by taking chances like the heroes of romances
and taking what i fancies with bold audacity

there’s wealth a-for the taking and there is no mistaking
me fortune i am making with a little robbery
no man shall be me master as long as i run faster
than those that would me blast for a-taking things for free

i’ve robbed the great and wealthy in manner sly and stealthy
but it’s just to keep me healthy as you can plainly see
no watch, no ring, no clock, it is not safe within your pocket
and ’twill avail you naught to lock it from light-fingered gentry
when the night it comes a-falling, i tend unto my calling
along the wall a-crawling for petty larceny
there is no sweeter feeling than ‘neath the window kneeling
then through the cas-m-nt stealing with the spoils of thieveree!

you should see how i do swagger with me cudgel, gun and dagger
and safe within me saddle-bag, a sum of bright money
to see me count me plunder, it would make you gape with wondering
i’m sure quite soon you’d undertake some break and entry

while i’ve a mate to hold a candle and an iron to break a handle
and a boy to spy the land, then i will rob both great and small
till me luck, it do forsake me on the day when they do take me
and on the gallows break me and that’ll pay for all

- peter bellamy

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